I know, too, that moving on is not a failure, that healing is no betrayal. This life, this breath is me honoring something sacred.
And you, my almost, my always—you are still worthy of being missed.
Read Morewith heavy hands
i rummaged through her little pink box
to find her Merry Christmas garden flag
and none of it felt merry.
But then sometimes you see all at once how much more loss has piled up over time. The loss of all the potential girls and women she could have been, might have known, might have loved, and the countless unknown people who have lost something by never knowing, never having been loved by, that girl, that woman who might have been.
Read MoreShe went in less than fifteen minutes, after we said our good byes. She waited for us. I guess she knew when.
Read MoreBereaved parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion, and the other side of getting through this mess called grief.
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Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
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