On October 12, 2015, I walked the Glenwood cemetery…
My world and my heart were shattered by the nod of the emergency room physician’s head to my one question, “Is he gone?”
The pneumatic doors of the hospital emergency entrance opened to the touch of my feet. It was February 5, 1991, a Tuesday. Kelly, the essence of my life and only child, had been pronounced dead at 3:26 p.m.
Weeks of class had left me with zero confidence in myself and my abilities to work with clay… Why was I so worried about what other people thought?
In less than an hour it would all be over. the oxygen in the car would be displaced by the carbon monoxide gas, depriving Victor’s lungs of the air needed to sustain his breathing. His choice of self-deliverance to God would be fulfilled.
As I look at the old black and white photograph of him and me, I see an image of a handsome young man, age thirty-five, and his infant daughter.
The Cries of Children I thought I would share this “gift of experience” with you today — something I know many of you child-loss parents have experienced in your own ways. It is an excerpt from my book, Star Child: A Mother’s Journey through Grief. The quote that opens this chapter is from Maria Housden,…
A great place to start your exploration of Jennifer’s site.