I’ll Never Forget the NICU Doctor Who Held Our Family Like He Held My Daughter
No, this is not my husband holding our newborn daughter. He is not my brother. He is not a cousin,…
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Grief
By Linda Broder Grief Locked My Heart But Love Holds the Key
I didn’t think I could go to Paris with my husband and two children, Lizzie and Zack. We’d dreamed about…
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This Broken Road To Motherhood Shaped Me
It was a beautiful day in July, warm and sunny, when I found out I was no longer a mother.…
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By Sherry Parnell I Don’t Want To Let My Mother Go
For many, they see a hand, wrinkled and old, limp and lying still. For me, I see the hand that…
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I Should Have Said I Love You…But I Know He Knew
I should have said I love you . . . well, the wonderful thing is, they already knew that. There…
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By Katelyn Brown I Can’t Wait To Hug You in Heaven
Sometimes life just isn’t fair. In fact, at times, life is just plain cruel. In one moment, your whole world…
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By Amy Cirksena Surrendering To Grief
I lost my baby. I watch the nurse as she carries my child’s body away. She walks so slowly. So…
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God’s Grace Carried Me Through the Loss of My Son
When I brought my firstborn home from the hospital, I taped a poster next to the changing table that had…
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By Jenny Albers I Was Supposed To Have a Baby Today
I was supposed to have a baby today. Nine months ago, I watched as two pink lines formed in the…
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You’re Gone, and My Heart is Broken
I didn’t ask for this. But then again, I guess no one really does. I miss you. I love you.…
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I Know You’re in a Better Place, But I Really Wish You Were Still Here
You crossed my mind the other day—not that that's anything new. I was hanging up from an important phone call.…
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By Ann-Marie Ferry Bereaved Parents Face the Pain of Fading Memories
Sitting cross-legged on the warm summer ground I comb my fingers through the damp grass. Every so often I grasp…
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