Finding My Survival Story
I have learned first hand that everyone in the circle has two stories to tell: the sad, hard story of their son’s or daughter’s death and…
Choosing My Traditions
When I was a girl, I would read a lot and one of the things I remember reading about were the traditions associated with loss. One that…
What to Remember
There are so many images that sometimes press themselves into my mind, pictures I do not want to see, moments in time I do not want to…
Visions of Life – and Longing
Yesterday was a very hot day. When I was out for my morning walk, people were already headed to the beach in shorts and suits. Some had already…
Singing in the Car with Camila
After Camila died, it took me some time to do certain things. I tossed through the sympathy cards. I wasn’t ready to be comforted, and I wasn’t ready to…
Listening in the Night
In the wee hours as I slept, I was awakened by the sound of the house settling and immediately assumed Camila was getting up to go…
The Tack I Have Chosen to Take
After Camila died, I found a journal on her nightstand at home. I had come home after living with her in hospitals for ten months, so finding this felt…
Prepare for Success
When Camila’s cord blood transplant was only two weeks away, she came out of remission. We moved from Transplant back to Oncology, and there met a…
My identity
I remember being asked in group, “How has your identity changed since the death of your child?” Camila was my only child, and so, like many…
A Compassionate Friend 