Jimmy squating down with his hands on an antique cannonball on a chain. He's wearing a red Red Dox hat, a white t-shirt, black shorts with white piping and flip flops

Ghost Child

Whatever I am doing, wherever I am, I am thinking: Where is he, where is he? He can’t just have vanished. He must be someplace. All I have to do is find him. Maggie O’Farrell

Mom reading to Jimmy on the carpeted floor of our family room. Jimmy is one and wearing a sleeveless onsie. Mom has gray hear and is wearing long khaki pants and a light colored long sleeve collared shirt

Mothering Me Still

In the end, this may be why certain losses are so shocking, not because they defy reality, but because they reveal it. Kathryn Schulz

Stormy skies over the ocean. In the middle of the photo, there's a thin strip of rocky land like a finger jutting out

The Sounds Of Loss

The sea of grief has no shores, no bottom; no one can sound its depths. Primo Levi

At A Loss For Words

I want a word that means okay and not okay, a word that means devastated and stunned with joy. Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Mari, Willie and Shelby with Margo at Jimmy's celebration of life. Mari is wearing a yellow t-shirt and black sweater. Willie is wearing a Stanford hoodie with a block S and tree on the front. Margo is wearing a coral shirt and tan sweater. Shelby is wearing a black and white scarf and black coat

Stand By Me

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for. Bob Marley

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