
I don’t find meaning in my son’s death. I find meaning in how I honor him after his death.
My son’s death will always be meaningless. I find meaning instead in how I love and honor him afterwards.

My son’s death will always be meaningless. I find meaning instead in how I love and honor him afterwards.

This has been a long year, and every time I think I’m okay, I find new heartbreak; new fears. I also find new joy. Because the day before I said goodbye to Amy Anne, I took a chance on new life, and I am both terrified & ecstatic to announce that this spring, Adrian James will become a big brother.