An open letter to my Midwife who told me it would "just be like a heavy period".
Chapter Twelve: Drifting
Tag: Grief
Pocket Full of Sunshine
A celebration of Our Patty... x
Chapter Two: Spring…
Grief doesn't get lighter, you just learn to carry the load.
Chapter One: Snow Bubble …x
When talking is too painful, sometimes we reach out in the only way we can.
And the Stars Shine Brightly
A celebration of Our Shiela... x
