you don’t have to do this alone.

held in grief.
grounded in love.

when your child dies,
so does the life you imagined.

and in many ways…
so do you.

in your own time,
you begin collecting the pieces—
of your shattered life,
your broken heart.

and slowly,
you transform into someone new…

in a life you never imagined living,
never planned for,
never wanted.

but here you are.

i am so sorry.
and i’m so glad you found your way here.

welcome to this shitty club…
the one no parent ever wants to belong to.