“Wanna see a picture of my baby that died?” she said.

This is a post from a bloger that I follow, and who follows The Fountain. It is an interesting topic. I don’t yet find myself compelled to share my story as much as this young woman does, but I can certainly understand why she might need to. I still tend to keep it to myself around people that I don’t know, seriously, I don’t really want to bum them out. I don’t usually get into conversations with other parents these days about our children, for precisely the reasons the author writes about. I might progress to this stage, but for now, I just walk around in my mask and smile and nod. In any case, thanks Deanna for a thoughtful and thought provoking piece.

Willow Post

Life had different plans

The day before yesterday (Thursday, May 1), I had plans to hitthe monthrunning, or at least walking. Post the first entry in thenew series I’ve been working on, Diary of a Willower.And then meditate?for at least tenminutes (a day)?a personal goal I’ve set for thisMay.Neither happened though. This day, life had different plans in store.

Reggie dog MayMorning road blocks. My old refrigerator had been crying for a few months. A sick, whining sound. On this morning it shook and sighed; lights out, literally. It stopped running. I got my coffee and noticed then, that my dog was staring up at me with big apologetic eyes. Not for the death of my fridge, I?m pretty sure. Although he does sense when I?m sad or stressed. No, he was apologizing for the big, messy, grassy, puddle of puke on the carpet. ?Aww, Reggie. It?s okay,? I told him…

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About edcol52

The Infinite Fountain of Love and Loss flows unceasingly into the pool of memory and sorrow. I created this blog in response to the most dreadful tragedy every parent fears, the death of a child, our 24 year old son, Jake. We are now on an unimagined journey along this road of grief and recovery. If you can find some comfort within these pages, than I will have succeeded in some small measure.
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