2 and a half years ago my world altered so drastically that I found myself questioning e v e r y t h i n g. I didn’t just lose my son, I lost ME. Life revealed itself to be unpredictable in the most drastic of circumstances, and I felt foolish for my misplaced trust. I felt cheated. I felt like my dreams were not big enough for reality, not important enough to come true. I questioned my place in life, my mortality, I tried to understand why my baby had to die. Losing a baby isn’t ‘just’ grief. It touches everything. It’s not ‘just’ your heart and body that feels different, your whole world feels different, relationships feel different, your HOME feels different. It is adjustment in a most extreme case.
This is why we need guidance and companionship. Grief is not a ‘one hat fits all’ experience, it’s incredibly personal. But guidance is something we all seek.
This is why I have put together a book that I truly believe will help others during a time of great confusion and pain. I feel proud, but it’s a funny thing. My accomplishment is born from my sons death. And so I celebrate and I hurt equally. I lay in bed last night as the house slept and I said ‘I love you and Thankyou for planting the seed of this book.’