Child Loss

No Thanks(giving)

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My parents and I aren't in a Thanksgiving mood after my brother's sudden death. Other relatives disagree. How can we can ditch the holiday in style?

Giving Birth at the Age Mom Died

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I had my children young, keeping in mind that my own mother died 46. Now I’m 46, missing my mother, grieving my 12-year-old son, and also happily, unexpectedly pregnant.

Timehopping My Way Through Life and Death

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How the tech tool keeps screwing with my emotions. And why I can't say I hate it.

Two Truths and a Lie

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My daughter's class exercise reminded me that kids carry their loss everywhere, even to school.

Coming Out of the Grief Closet

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I'm a bereavement 'expert' who publicly hid my feelings after going from pregnant to grieving in a matter of hours. Until now.

‘Sit Still and Uncover your Eyes’

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After my 9-year-old son's sudden death, I am forced to choose life — sometimes several times a day.

Grief: There’s No Comparison

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We may try size up our grief to justify the depth of our pain, or to remind ourselves that it could be worse. But trying to determine a hierarchy does no one any good.

After My Daughter’s Death, On Guilt and Apologies

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In the year since cancer took my little girl's life, I find myself saying 'I'm sorry.' For not being able to save her, for surviving her death, and for simply being 'sorrowful.'

7 Tips for Speaking with a Bereaved Mother

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How do you support someone going through the unimaginable? To begin with, don't say you can't imagine what they're going through.

My Wife and I Had a Twinless Twin

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Welcoming our healthy daughter meant grieving her identical sister.

Coming to Terms

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The simple phrase suggests contracts and litigation. For me, it's a complex, daily practice in grieving my son's death from Tay-Sachs.

No Man’s Land

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Between the time we decided to stop treatment and the time my baby son died, I felt desperately alone — pulled between my ‘cancer family’ still fighting to save their children and the bereaved families on the other side of this battle.

Thanksgiving After Jack

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A few weeks before Thanksgiving, my 12-year-old son went out to play in the rain and never came home. That year, everything about the holiday just felt wrong.

Learning To Quiet My Mind

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After my young son's death, yoga and meditation changed the shape of my grief.

‘Wish You Were Here’

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My daughter, Nina, died five weeks before she was due to be born. Years on, I am surprised by the depth of pain her absence brings me.

A Video Network All Their Own

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A veteran producer's new website uses television-quality video to reach parents of terminally ill children.

A Race Against Time

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Throughout my daughter's illness — and in the aftermath of her death — my treadmill has been a loyal companion.

From My Inbox, a Grim Reminder

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The school district emailed to remind me about kindergarten registration. The thing is, my younger daughter died two years ago.

On the Road

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After my 6-year-old son died, I was determined to grieve on my own terms. So I sold all my belongings and set off on my bicycle.

Luisa Street, One Year Later

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On a thoroughfare marked by personal tragedy, I find myself embracing possibility once again.

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