This month marks the beginning of the fifth year since I committed to write every single day in this space.
No one could be as surprised as I am that I’m still here.
I honestly don’t know what response I anticipated when I showed up and started sharing. I just knew that I could not let this heartache go to waste.
Dominic’s death had to count for something.
I had five goals in mind when I started the blog:
- To be as honest and transparent as possible;
- To encourage others and help them hold onto hope;
- To provide a voice for the child loss community in a format that was easy to share;
- To acknowledge and admit that faith did not make child loss any less painful, only more bearable; and
- To chronicle my own progress toward healing.
Of course, I am a biased source, but I feel like I have met those goals in one form or another.
As I continue to walk the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I find there are always new things to say. I am bombarded daily with queries or comments from other bereaved parents that raise a new issue, offer a different perspective or beg for an advocate along this lonesome road.
I’ve discovered that there are many ways life breaks a heart, many ways sorrow enters a soul.
Life is hard.
Love often ends in heartache.
Sorrow can overwhelm a soul so fast there’s no time to grab hold of a lifeline.
But reaching out, reaching back, choosing to be a lighthouse and beacon for the ones so lost they’ve forgotten that light exists, is as much a balm for MY heart as it is for theirs.
Every story matters.
You don’t have to write a blog to share yours.
Speak up. Speak out. Share the hope and strength that has helped you hold on.
You may be the lifeline the next heart needs to choose endurance instead of ending it all.