“As I stand here staring at this unforgiving pink line, I can’t help but ask the question why.”
- Love What Matters
- Grief
- Loss of Child
“As I stand here staring at this unforgiving pink line, I can’t help but ask the question why.”
“We see you as we drive home in silence, attempting to clear our mind, so when we walk through our door we can pretend we are okay.”
“Had the nurse just called an emergency, had the doctor just put aside that she didn’t like our parental choices… we wouldn’t have to live with this unbearable pain.”
“My body is exhausted, my mind feels lost, and my spirit has been continually crushed. Month after month we try so hard, but are still left with nothing more than a handful of negative tests. Yet, I still can’t get myself to give it all up and quit.”
“Having a traumatic relationship with your mother does not have to define your relationship with your children. There is hope the moment we start to see ourselves for the essence and pure light we are.”
“I started the guessing game: Benzos? No. Acid? No. Mushrooms? No. Bath salts? No. I remember pausing and feeling a chill go through me. Heroin? Yes. ‘Daniel, are you telling me that Jeremy is using heroin?’ Yes.”
Li sketched out a map of his home village. He couldn’t remember his birth name, the names of his parents, or the name of his village, but he recalled the rivers, rice paddies, and roads that wound through the countryside.
“Three hours later, our doorbell rang. ‘It’s the cops!’ I heard them ask if we owned a 2017 Jeep. I was immobilized, tears stinging, unable to speak.”
“The day after Mother’s Day, my brother called at 3:30 a.m. ‘Momma has BEEN shot.’ I know without a shadow of a doubt my mom she sent my son to save me the second she got to heaven. And that is exactly what he’s been doing since he took his first breath on this Earth.”
“I had to tell him. I knew he had loved being a father and hoped to one day be a father again. With tears in my eyes, I told him the truth about me. I was afraid it could be a deal breaker for him.”