Stories and reflections from a bereaved mother navigating life after the death of her child. For parents who carry deep love and deep grief.
child loss
It’s strange, isn’t it? How the world expects you to survive the unimaginable and return to it like nothing happened. How your child can die, and people just… forget. They expect you to move on. To be “better.” To show up the way you used to, like you’
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It’s been creeping in slowly, this feeling that I’ve drifted from my son. I don’t feel him like I used to. And saying that out loud feels like betrayal. In the beginning, he was everywhere. In the songs that came on at the perfect time. In the
child loss
As Mother’s Day approaches, I can’t help but think… why did it have to be my child? Why did my son have to die? While I’m deeply grateful I got to be his mom, the pain is, at times, unbearable. I miss him so much. I want
child loss
[Note to readers:] This post is a follow-up to Here It Comes and reflects on the emotional and physical toll of 4/28. It contains references to grief, family conflict, and illness. Please take care while reading. I made it through 4/28. It wasn’t easy. This year has
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The day is coming. 4/28. The day that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I often think of the days leading up. How did I not see it coming? What could I have done differently? Why my baby boy? The questions are endless. And this year
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I'm not entirely sure who I am anymore. Maybe that's why I'm here. The basics? I'm 34. A mother of two–one living, one in heaven. A separated wife. Someone struggling with her career, trying to find purpose in the rubble my
child loss
This space was born from grief–deep, life-altering, world-splitting grief. In 2022, my son died. And everything I thought I knew about life, love, purpose, and time unraveled in the quiet afterward. Quiet Ground is not a place of answers. It's not polished or packaged. It's