It’s funny how child loss has, at the same time, made me more yielding and more steadfast.
I give in without a moment’s hesitation to other people’s choice in where to go for lunch, what to do for birthdays, how to arrange this or that at church. My brain simply doesn’t have the capacity any more to argue over trifles.
But I will stand up to a lion for the sake of love or to protect a hurting heart.
Read the rest here: How To Be Fierce Without Being Fractious
Before Dominic ran ahead to heaven I knew only a handful of bereaved parents, all of whom I met after their bereavement.
I had never walked with anyone through this Valley.
Now I am friends with dozens of them and there are hundreds more I “know” online through private groups and blogs.
Until this was MY life, I would have dismissed “Bereaved Parents Month” as another random and narrowly applicable declaration by some group trying to muster support for their own agenda.
Read the rest here: Bereaved Parents Month
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