Please don”t tell me what I have left. For right now, I only know what I’ve lost.
I wrote these words shortly after we lost our newborn daughter, Kayla. It was the darkest moment of my life. How I wondered, “could the world keep moving as though something valuable had not just been lost?”
Like so many others, I was in the habit of running from emotional pain. It was a habit that often left me standing in the outskirts of life, feeling fearful and helpless. My grief over losing a child gave me no choice but to feel. I cried, I questioned and I raged, until I crossed that “winter of despair” and found Spring. Once there, I came to understand that the value of one’s life cannot be measured in the years that they live, but rather, in the value of the gifts they leave behind.