By Tabitha Yates The Brightest Star in Heaven
Some children are blessed with the very best grandmothers who seem to shine as bright as the heavens. Mine were…
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By Danielle Moncrief I Miss the Thought of You
Thinking about my baby boys today, who made their home in my belly for 18 and 20 weeks. They felt…
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By Louisa Vilardi Mommy, Do They Have Cell Phones In Heaven?
I take my children to the cemetery every summer to celebrate my mother’s birthday. The first time I did this,…
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Grief Is Love Aching to Be Shared
I lost my mom in August 2021 and my dad in December 2022. Navigating life after losing the two most…
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By Meshea Ingram Faith Gives Us the Strength To Carry Grief
Faith and sight often feel like two opposing realities. Sight allows us to see what is tangible, what is here…
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She Is Frozen In Time Inside Our Broken Hearts
The first piece of writing I ever had published was a lengthy poem about my 2-year-old daughter. I was inspired…
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By Her View From Home I Loved the Baby I Never Got to Meet
I woke up and my first thought was, “I don’t feel pregnant, at all.” I shrugged it off assuming I…
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By Jen Jones Grandmas Grieve Too
My sweet Raylan, Did you know your mommy and daddy told me about you on my birthday? Your four-legged sisters…
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By Lauren Barrett We’re Waiting To Adopt, and Sometimes I Fear We’ll be Waiting Forever
July 2021: I wasn’t pregnant. I stood in the apartment in New York City about to crumble in the tiny,…
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By Jessica Moore Wilson Grief through the Eyes of a Child
Just a few short months ago, my mother-in-law passed away after a long illness. During that time, many worries clouded…
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These Firsts without My Dad Aren’t Easy
I lost my dad in March of this year, and as the year-end holidays approach, I’m beginning to angst about…
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When the Rainbow Never Comes
Sometimes the storm doesn’t end with a rainbow. Sometimes the storm just ends. Sometimes a mama’s arms remain empty and aching.…
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