I ordered an urn today. I never imagined I would be doing this again. Grieving. Again. Picking out an urn. Again. Signing orders for a death certificate. Again. Emptying the clothes from the changing table. Again. Sobbing these deep, uncontrollable sobs. Again. Feeling empty inside. Again Dealing with the empty arm ache. Again. Adjusting to… Continue reading Again.
I first heard of the term “Rainbow Baby” in an online loss mom group. I was only a few months out from Lincoln’s death, and I liked the term at first. It was a glimmer of hope: a look at what could be. A rainbow baby is born after loss. It is the bright, beautiful… Continue reading Why We Don’t Use the Term “Rainbow Baby”
Those of you who follow me (whether it’s here on Missing Link, on my Instagram account, or on my Facebook pages), have probably noticed: I’ve got a case of Writer’s Block. I have found an incredible amount of support and “healing” through these platforms. This blog is an outlet. Instagram and Facebook have given me… Continue reading Writer’s Block
I walked into the grocery store to do some shopping. In the entrance was a huge Christmas tree, covered in tags. There were so many of them, that you wouldn’t even be able to reach the ones up on top. Each tag represented a foster child, in need of a Christmas gift. I circled the… Continue reading My Birthday Wish
I started to type out an email. It had been a long time since we talked and so much has happened. I am so different now: “What you need to know about me is, I talk about Lincoln a lot. My son died and it has shaped me. My life revolves around death; and until… Continue reading The Disclaimer
Missing Link & Liam 