This was the longest, saddest walk of my life. We followed the funeral director back to the limo after the graveside service for my daughter who died at age 2. Only days earlier, we were a family of six, now we were five.

Below is my favorite picture from the graveside service:

the pallbearers

Read the memoir I wrote that was read at Abby’s funeral.

You can search this blog and you won’t find the details of my daughter’s death. (snippets here and there, maybe) but I don’t want this blog to be about how she died. I want it to simply be that she died.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve lost a child, I’m so sorry. I’ve lost a child too.

Parents lose children young or old through illness, miscarriage, stillborn, murder, drowning, 9- 11, accident, heart attack…I could go on and on. When people read this blog, I just want it to be about loss and healing and living and not about the how.

I’m living through this thing called grief. As the days have turned to weeks, to months, and now years, I can honestly say that life has gotten easier. Mostly. The grieving isn’t easier, the depth of emotion, the intensity of certain moments remain the same. But what changes and gets better is how often those moments of grief overtake me. Not as often anymore. And maybe that’s why I go weeks or even months with no updates on this website.

So welcome to my story. God has certainly granted me peace and grace. I feel His presence daily and try to let Him carry me through this loss.