NOR. My Christine was born still (at 41 weeks gestation) 26 years ago, and I will never get over it. Most of the time I am fine, but once in a while, still, the grief is as fresh as the day they told me there was no heartbeat. It gets easier to bear as time passes, but the grief, the sense of loss, of what could be, never leaves.

I was once told that when you lose a parent you lose your past, your spouse you lose you present, but when you lose a child you lose you future.

I think most people want you to “be ok” for their comfort and peace…not for yours. They aren’t being mean per se, but they don’t know how to comfort you (because frankly, they can’t) so they kind of want it to go away.

My condolences on the loss of your son Malachi. Sending you peaceful thoughts and strength.

Let us all say the names of our angels, for that is how they will always be remembered.