For a time, my soul cried out. “Why? Why Mattias? Why my baby? He was such a good boy. So sweet. So happy. Why?” And there were those who answered. “Jesus just needed your baby boy more than you did.” “The Lord needed that smile to brighten Heaven.” “God was short an angel.” “Isn’t it…
We were getting ready to leave. I don’t remember where to.
I went into my bedroom. I don’t remember what for.
I looked out my window…
Tiggy was never much of a snuggler. Most of my memories holding him involve him arching his back to get
So many firsts after the loss of a child. My husband’s first day back to work. Our first day back to school.
“I miss Tias, mommy,” my three year old tells me. “Me, too,” I answer. She’s looking in her lap.
I sit on the couch holding the baby. John’s searching hulu. “What do you feel like?” he asks.