Grief is a strange beast. Sometimes it sleeps inside you, and you think that you are safe from it. Then suddenly it awakens and tears at your insides until you think it will consume you. Our baby died just 17 days ago. And it seems that each day there is a task I must complete that takes me one step further along my journey to healing.
I have to believe that I am on a journey to healing. I have to believe that "healing" is my end destination. Otherwise this pain will be all the more unbearable. Our most recent task on this journey was to choose Hazel's head stone. We have approved the image and sent for it. I am anxious to see it placed where it belongs, guarding my baby's resting spot.