Some time has passed since I last posted, and I’m still wrapping my mind around what’s transpired in the meantime. The events aren’t necessarily intended for reasoning or standard expectations. Instead, I’m seeing just how random everything can be (or … Continue reading
I’ve been telling you as much as I can about Lorenzo. For carrying him six months and holding him one hour, there is only so much to tell, but even that amount can feel infinite. Today, I also want to tell … Continue reading
When you become pregnant, one of the first things you try to figure out about something so mysterious is the baby’s due date. The excitement builds. The dreams begin to take shape. When will this little creature come into the … Continue reading
Writing this is all I do. Writing this is everything I do. I journey here and I journey to my parallel, private writings about my son, and those are my main avenues to any real sense of “arrival”—that feeling that you … Continue reading
You cannot live through this and see the world the same way. You have a “bereaved parent” filter now, and it’s hard to believe it will ever be lifted from what’s in front of you. That new viewpoint is part … Continue reading