I specifically show you this image, and chose my words wisely. I call it a portrait of a Mother & her Son, not, a portrait of a Bereaved mother. Because while Bereaved is what I am, the gravity of this role is lost in phrasing, and you don’t truly see the weight I carry unless I show it to you.
Read MoreA family receiving care at Canuck Place Children’s Hospice is there to learn about, and tend to, the letting go of their child. What could be a more important or enormous task in life?
Read MoreThere are too many moments of heartbreak wrapped up in this day, too many startling memories that leave me breathless. Too many moments I’ll never share, not ever. Perhaps that’s the way I’m made, a woman who carries it all deep within, my inner workings fueled by heartbreak as equally as joy.
Read More“These bloom in April every year” he said. “Sometimes at the start, sometimes at the end, you’ll never really know. But it will bloom in April” and he left us to choose.
It will bloom in April.
The month of our boy.
And I want to reach across the void and touch her with my hand, and tell her what I finally know to be true.
Read MoreGuest Writer, Leah Moore
Read MoreThere is an exhaustion that lives in my features that no skin cream can cure, these lines have been earned through trauma & sleepless nights of bad dreams.
Read MoreYou grow + stretch + patch your heart with years of grief and when life breaks you again and again, you hope that your muscle of resilience has been worked enough to make up the difference.
Read MorePhoto by Justine Boulin
Isn't a woman's resolve remarkable? To hand a child over to heaven, to feel that break within you and then decide to chance it all again... and then again.
Read MoreI dug my hands into the garden soil yesterday and thought - how lucky are we to have our hardest month of grief in the most rejuvenating time of year. Sunshine, crisp breeze, buzz of bees, goosebumps.
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