Author: Lament2Love
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Part 2: Grieving the Life I Thought I’d Have
Last night, my son asked me, “Do you ever wonder what Ara would look like when she’s 10?” I answered without hesitation—I think about what she would look like every single day. Three years ago, around this time, her dad and I met. We had our first date, and we talked for hours, dreaming up… Read more
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Grieving the Unexpected Pt. 1
There are countless reasons to grieve, beyond death. We can grieve for: Lately, I’ve been navigating a different kind of grief—one that stems from two life-changing diagnoses I received in the last year. One revealed that I’m partially deaf in my right ear due to Ménière’s disease, which they say is irreversible. The other, completely… Read more
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When Grief Meets Christmas
As a child, Christmas is the season of joy and laughter. It brings light into the darkness of winter—a time of magic and togetherness. But after experiencing pregnancy or infant loss, the holidays transform into something far more complex. Grief seeps into every corner of the season, touching even the traditions that once brought so… Read more
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Survivor’s Guilt
When someone you love dies, there’s a part of you that feels guilty for still being alive, aka “survivors guilt” for experiencing joy, or for finding moments of happiness. It can feel like you’re betraying them, like you shouldn’t smile or laugh when you are full of grief. I particularly felt this way when my… Read more
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Anniversary of Ashes
Your heartbeat once filled my Womb;now only silence lives beneath my ribs. The body I grew for you over eight months,turned from flesh to ash in minutes. The bones I would’ve protected, now weightless,as my womb aches for your presence. The day you left this world,a part of me departed as well. Like sand slipping… Read more
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Honoring Our Little Ones on Samhain
My daughter Ara was born a week after the New Moon and Solar Eclipse in Scorpio in 2022, and this year, that same New Moon falls just after her birthday on October 31st. With a strong druidic ancestry, it’s no wonder she entered and departed the world through the Samhain portal—a season when the veil… Read more
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Happy Birthday, Ara
This year, my daughter Ara would be turning two. As time carries us further from the last moment I saw her in this world, my heart grows heavier. The anticipation of her arrival has come and gone, leaving only memories of what “should” and “might” have been. I found out that Ara’s heart had stopped… Read more
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The Danger of ‘Mansplaining’ Grief
I find it utterly repulsive when a man—someone who has never walked in my shoes—tries to mansplain my grief to me. “Just focus on the time and memories you had before they passed,” they say, as if that’s the magical solution to make the pain disappear. That might be comforting if I had a lifetime… Read more
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12 Years, RIP Dad
It’s been 12 years since you died, and although the mourning of your absence has lessened with each passing year, I still miss you deeply. Sometimes it’s in the smallest moments, like hearing your favorite song on the radio or seeing an old Yankees cap, that I feel the weight of your absence most. I… Read more
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A Lesson in Intuition After Tragedy
12 years ago, I woke up in the worst pain of my life. I had been asleep in the passenger seat of the car and now, I found myself unable to speak. My body was in agony, and I could barely comprehend what was happening. “Mmm, mmm, mmm,” I murmured, trying to get words out.… Read more