Tag: Death
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Supporting Those in Traumatic Grief

Loss is an unfortunate reality of life and it is impossible to escape. The world ebbs and flows on the inevitable impermanence of our existence. And yet, as a society, we have always struggled to integrate grief into our daily life and practice. The more traumatic the loss (a loss that feels unfair, unimaginable, unusual,…
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Honoring Loss

When you suffer the loss of a child, you are faced with impossible realities and unbearable choices. Ones for which you can never be fully prepared, regardless of circumstance or warning. Only days before we lost Gibson, we were deciding which car to install the carseat in, and now, we were answering questions no parent…
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An Impossible Six-Months

Today is the 6 month anniversary of Gibson’s passing. It is unreal to me that half a year has already come and gone. As before, our grief continues to come in waves. Crashing in, washing out… over and over again. As time goes on, we learn to ride that wave where it needs to go…
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The Most Dreaded & Desired Question

“How are you doing?” Simultaneously, my most dreaded and desired question. On one hand, what can I possibly say that captures the nuance and depth, the constant and elusive flow of emotions I feel every single day after losing my son? Grief and trauma of this magnitude are exhausting. It is also annoyingly difficult to…
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First Father’s Day

Though his life was brief, Gibson undoubtedly had the very best Dad of them all. Dustin Miller loved and fought for Gibson in every second he was given. It is evidenced by the dozens upon dozens of notes that Dustin captured in those short and long three days – recording every blood pressure reading, every…
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One Month Loss Milestone

It’s been a month since our baby boy Gibson entered and exited this world, reordering Dustin and I’s entire existence in three short days. I wonder though, how is that possible? Because only a moment ago, I was aching with pregnancy pains in my everywhere. Snoring that loud pregnancy snore each night, waking up each…