Nights are the worst, but the days aren’t much better..

It’s been almost 4 weeks since our baby took her last breaths, and 4 weeks of us asking ourselves why? The anger and the sadness has done nothing but fester inside of me to the point I want to scream at the top of my lungs but instead I do anything to keep busy and…

Grief is an ocean.

It’s been over a week since our little girl left us. A whole week, and yesterday was her birthday, a day she loved. A day we celebrated in memory of her, despite every fibre in my body telling me it was wrong because she wasn’t here with us. Her celebration was beautiful, we were surrounded…

What is grief, if not love persevering?

I tried to write a few times but then I just deleted everything I wrote because I don’t know what to write. I don’t know how I even begin to write about what I feel because the pain, it’s real. I genuinely feel physical pain in my chest and I never really understood the phrase…