October, Fall, and PAIL Awareness

The weather is breaking in southwest Ohio. Leaves are starting to turn and there is a crispness to the air. Flannel shirts, pumpkin spice everything, and pumpkins and gourds are everywhere. Despite the fact that last Sunday, we spent the third official day of autumn sitting poolside and sunning ourselves, and as I cling tightly to … Continue reading October, Fall, and PAIL Awareness

Eight Years.

Tomorrow morning if you wake up, And the sun does not appear I, I will be here If in the dark we lose sight of love, Hold my hand, and have no fear Cause I, I will be here I will be here when you feel like being quiet When you need to speak your … Continue reading Eight Years.

International Bereaved Father’s Day.

Today is International Bereaved Father's Day. It is a day set aside to recognize bereaved men all over the world as the beautiful fathers that they are. More often than not the men are left out or forgotten about when it comes to grief support. This needs to change. This past week has been hard. I know … Continue reading International Bereaved Father’s Day.

Fourteen Months.

Last summer, after we came home from the hospital without our son in our arms, the song The Eye of the Storm by Ryan Stevenson was playing just about non-stop on Christian radio stations. Every time I heard that song, I would break down in tears. Alexander would be fourteen months old today. This morning, … Continue reading Fourteen Months.

Thirteen Months.

As I got ready for bed last night, I was overcome by overwhelming feelings. Deep sadness. Profound gratitude. Unfathomable unknowing. Fear. Frustration. Anger. Love. What in the world? And then, I picked up my phone to set an alarm for this morning and I saw it. It was just after midnight, and it was right … Continue reading Thirteen Months.