Stuck

I think about Isabelle a lot. Throughout the day, simple tasks naturally bring her to mind.  Lately that has been happening even more than usual. As we approach our moving date, my heart has been much heavier and more unsettled....

Days Like This

“This is your second, right?” Yes, second. “How old is your little girl?” She would have been one year old this summer. “What do you mean, would have been [one year old]?” Well, our daughter passed away. “What happened?” Remaining...