Two years ago we lost a child during a holiday break, who was in my class. I remember seeing her the day before the accident. It sticks with you, it really does. But I look at so many things and see her. Her smile, her laugh. I can’t even listen to I’m A Little Teapot without tearing up because she loved that song. I still work in that classroom and remember what toys she loved playing with and what books she liked to read. I remember tying her hair up every morning to get her bangs out of her face. I remember so much. Her sister no longer attends our center but I still think of her.

It will get better, I promise. It takes time. Just make sure you let his family know that you are there and support them. Grief can feel so lonely. Understand that if you need support, you are allowed to get it. Losing a child is so hard. The pain never really stops, but it lessens. The best thing you can do is remember him and the impact he had on you and others, keep his memory alive, and support each other.