It’s 130 am. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, that last hour keeps replaying. Over and over. Like a song on the radio that you just can’t stand to hear one more time. I want to change the channel, because I’m tired. Physically, mentally and emotionally tired. But I can’t. There’s no … Continue reading That last hour
Dealing with the loss of a child is very tricky. It's full of contradictions and mixed feelings. For the parent who has lost, and for the friends and family of said parent. Learning to live with grief is hard. Very hard. You think you have something figured out, and then you get blindsighted. But I … Continue reading Supporting someone through grief
Everyone knows the cliches, the sayings, the inspirational quotes. They all boil down to one thing, "you're never given more than you can handle". This rages me. It minimizes and simplifies the hardships we all go through. And boy, do we get some tough things thrown our way. This isn't just from a grieving mothers … Continue reading The darkest time
This whole grieving thing is tough. Every time I think I have something figured out; a coping mechanism, an expected reaction, an anticipated emotion, it sneaks out and gives me an unpredicted surprise. I've always been a bit of a hypochondriac. When my kids get sick I can get a bit crazy. I've ended up … Continue reading Anxiety and grief
Yesterday we went back. Back to the only place Killian ever lived. The place where I spent every moment with him. The place where he lived his short life. The place where he died. Dean and I went back to Sick Kids. We went to see the people who spent his life with him. That … Continue reading Going back to his home
The Mortal Fox 