By Mary Holloman The Only Heart Beating Was Mine
Editor's note: this post discusses pregnancy loss I still see the blood when I close my eyes. Life was pouring,…
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Grief
By Laura Silveira I Feel Your Hello From Heaven
The days after Thanksgiving. They are days meant for embracing random pairings of leftovers all while nestled in oversized lounge…
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The Holidays Are Different After Child Loss
I remember the day well—it was a sunny, cool, fall day. The house was filled with the aroma of turkey,…
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By Priscilla Baker I’m Still Grieving My Mom
A year ago, I was sitting in my parents’ family room reeling from the shock of what had happened hours…
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By Melanie Mogensen How Are the Holidays in Heaven?
An empty chair. One fewer place to set. One fewer present to buy. No matter how many years have passed,…
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By Sarah Westfall Finding Hope Beneath the Blanket of Grief
The grief was exhausting—a thick, wool blanket that hung heavy on my shoulders. Often, I collapsed beneath the weight of…
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By Amber Watson I Search For My Mom in Everything, Especially Christmas
Grief is a funny thing. Sometimes you're able to anticipate the blow, and other times, it hits you in the…
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Mom Wouldn’t Want Me To Just Survive Christmas—She’d Tell Me To Embrace the Joy
To love Christmastime is to love my momma. Everything bright. Everything sweet. Everything happy. She was the embodiment of it…
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By Sarah Elle Norman My Son’s Death Taught Me Love is All That Matters
My name is Sarah, and I am Koa's mama—a title I feel privileged to hold. My precious Koa was a…
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By Valeria Tipton All I Have Are Leftover I Love Yous
I still put cheese on my burgers the way you told me to, and honestly, it’s not because it’s better…
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By Liz Curtis Faria Getting Through the Holidays as a Motherless Daughter
Before my mother died but when she was very sick, I was dropping my son off at daycare. When we…
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By Chelsea Ohlemiller I See My Mother in the Mirror
My nose. I’ve always hated my nose. Let’s be honest, I’ve hated a lot of my body over the years.…
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