Love

So I did end up buying a Valentine card for Sarah. It has a heart theme with multiple pages that you open with a silly question on each page like “Who is the girl that millions adore? Who is the one that makes my heart soar?” and so forth until you get to the middle… Continue reading Love

Taconic Parkway

It seems to be the symbol of all my guilt and grief at this point. Why? I was not at home when Sarah died. I had gone up to New York City on Tuesday afternoon August 16 to help my Dad, who is 90, tour an independent living facility in Albany. It was so rare… Continue reading Taconic Parkway

I Hope You’re Getting Good Support

This has to be among my least favorite things for people to say to me. There seems to be an implied “But not from me” at the end of it, as if the Venn Diagram of Support offers a large, vast interlocking network of caretakers and caregivers and groups and therapists and so forth keeping… Continue reading I Hope You’re Getting Good Support

Signs

Since Sarah’s death I’ve done a lot of reading on grief and mourning and child loss and death, both “how to” manuals and memoirs written by parents of dead children. There’s a lot of stuff out there. I have read straightforward “What To Expect During The First Year” how-to’s, similar to when I was pregnant… Continue reading Signs

Big questions

One of the issues I wrestle with since August 18 is whether I am still a mother. When your only child dies, are you a parent anymore? Max and I not only really, really enjoyed being Sarah’s parents, but because of her progressive and rare medical condition our whole lives basically revolved around her care.… Continue reading Big questions

Of course, this is nothing compared to what you are going through

I hear this so much. It seems like every time I have a real moment of connectivity with someone or get to spend a little while talking about their issues for a few minutes, I get slammed back to inner space. In their minds, their problems are not relatable to la grande tragedie. I am… Continue reading Of course, this is nothing compared to what you are going through

Encountering Death Outside Strosnider’s

Yesterday I drove up to Whole Foods and Strosnider’s on a little errand. I’m trying to make myself leave the house every day, which is often hard to do. I’ve needed some large nails for several weeks, so I went into Strosnider’s, and I thought I would check out the cakes at Whole Foods for… Continue reading Encountering Death Outside Strosnider’s