The journey I’ve been on for the last two years is not one I’d wish on anyone. I’d like to say I’m a better person for having gone through it, but I’m not. What I am is thankful for having survived it.
We lost our daughter in 2018. As that year came to an end, I was a shell of myself. From the outside it may not have been as obvious because I was pretty good at going through the motions. Each day I’d put one foot in front of the other in an effort to check a few things off my to-do list before I allowed myself to pull the covers back over my head for another sleepless night. But inside, I remember feeling very little beyond profound heartbreak. The horrors of Stephanie’s death were winning; the agony of losing her erasing memories of our happier times. I hadn’t just lost her; I lost an entire lifetime. Continue reading “It’s Easier Than You Think to Die Before You’re Dead”
They say there are five stages of grief. I suppose there’s science behind it and the framework holds true for many people, but I’ve only known one stage since we first learned four months ago that Stephanie’s life would be cut short… heartbreak. It’s what I immediately felt on that cold Sunday morning in late January when we learned she had a rare liver disease, Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis.