By Kara Helton God, Did You See Me as My Heart Shattered?
Trigger warning: This post discusses the death of a child. God, did you see me? There in the family waiting…
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By Heather Goodwin The Love Was Real for the Baby I Never Got To Meet—and So Is the Grief
Grief is supposed to follow rules. A beginning, a middle, an end. A reason. A name. But what happens when…
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By Izzy Koo God Gives Hope To the Brokenhearted
A little over a year ago, four girls at Pepperdine—no, four beautiful friends—passed away tragically in a car accident. I…
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By Marissa Bader I’ll Never Stop Looking for Signs from My Parents
Do you believe in signs? I do. I find them everywhere. In the tree my siblings planted at our cabin…
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By Mel Landers I’m Not a Sports Mom
I’m not a sports mom. We aren’t a sports family. My husband loves video games. He doesn’t like football. I…
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By Pallavi Srivastava My Mother Is Strength and Grace
Forty-nine years. Almost half a century. For many, that’s a lifetime. That’s how long they were married. Losing my dad…
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By Stephanie Mitchell 12 Weeks Was Long Enough to Dream
You weren’t planned. The surprise of all surprises, to say the least. But this is not how your story was…
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I Thought about My Dad Again Today
Today, I thought about my dad—just like I do every day. There was nothing special about today. It’s not his…
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By Tess Ezzy Grief Isn’t Something You Get Over, It’s Something You Grow Around
After my grandmother died, I expected grief to follow some kind of order. Maybe not a checklist, exactly—but something linear.…
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By Natasha Smith Love Like This Never Really Leaves
I found my graduation picture in my dad’s wallet. It’s one of the last things I physically have of his…
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By Mary Kate Hampton Communion with Ghosts
This was the first sacrament without one of my parents. For the last one, my mom was in the throes…
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By Kim Hanson Oak Bay
The sun is shining when I leave our hotel. My burgundy puffer seems like it will suffice, but the chill…
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