On Being “Better”
I think I need to make something clear: I am not better. The pain has not lessened. I miss and love my son more than ever. I am not “handling it all really well,” as I’ve been told. I know most … Continue reading
I think I need to make something clear: I am not better. The pain has not lessened. I miss and love my son more than ever. I am not “handling it all really well,” as I’ve been told. I know most … Continue reading
I want to say thank you to those of you who read this, who follow our journey, who respond in beautiful ways, who bear witness to this grief, as beastly as it is, in order to help me honor my … Continue reading
Writing this is all I do. Writing this is everything I do. I journey here and I journey to my parallel, private writings about my son, and those are my main avenues to any real sense of “arrival”—that feeling that you … Continue reading
In thinking more about what helps after losing Lorenzo, I’ve landed on two things. Beforehand, I should say that there are the givens, and I value them more than ever. My husband: his love and our communication. My mom: her patience and … Continue reading
You cannot live through this and see the world the same way. You have a “bereaved parent” filter now, and it’s hard to believe it will ever be lifted from what’s in front of you. That new viewpoint is part … Continue reading