Each of us, living with grief, says the same thing when we meet a fellow grief warrior. “I did not want to join this community.” And who would? Yet, here we are. Sentenced to a life of bitter sweet.

There is a very special bond I share with the mothers of those who have also lost a child. We live the unimaginable, together.

In this circle, I can cry, every time, with no apologies. In this circle I can take off my mask and share how it sucks that I am robbed of all the typical things a mother looks forward to. And they get it. Sadly, they really get it.

But it is also a group of hope. Who else can you ask for ideas on how to spend the first holiday, birthday, vacation, without your baby? These friends know. And their ideas and sentiments are creative, meaningful and healing. This is a new set of friends that help each other move forward with grief. We are learning, wanting to share life with our child that is still very much with us. We just can’t hold them like other mothers can hold theirs.

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