Nearly five years later, we’re still climbing. Still learning how to carry both the weight of our loss and the joy of raising our two living children.

After enough of those moments, you look back at where you have been, and realize that hope has somehow snuck its way back in.

After enough of those moments, you look back at where you have been, and realize that hope has somehow snuck its way back in.

We can’t choose how long it takes to win any given battle with grief, but we can choose whether we’ll keep fighting for the life we want to live, or whether we’ll settle into our misery. We can turn with courage toward healing, or we can turn our backs on it.

And then there's grief itself which feels a lot like standing with your back to the ocean. You’re never sure when a wave will hit or how big it will be.