Mommy, half of me is gone . . . Six words from my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter are the reason I am here. "Mommy, half of me is gone."
When my son—her beloved big brother, best friend and only sibling—died of cancer, the loss was devastating. It broke our hearts and left an unfillable void in her young being. I was teaching early childhood parenting classes at that time. My heart's desire was—and is—to make good things happen for children and the parents who love them. Yet with all my resources, I found little to help me navigate our unthinkable new reality. |
I don't want it to be the same for youNo one could tell me how I was supposed to parent my daughter without her brother.
I knew then that I had to do something—not just for my precious daughter, but for children like her and parents like me who are heartbroken after the death of a child. You've suffered "the worst loss" imaginable. And when your child leaves a grieving sibling, your heart is twice broken. I felt my daughter's loss even more deeply than my own. |
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