Tara Rigg writes about the complexities, joys, and misunderstandings of grief and parenting. She gratefully breathes in the mountain air surrounding her home in Bozeman, Montana where she lives with her husband and three young daughters. Her son, Beau, was stillborn in 2014.
Lately I’ve had a new image pop into my mind when I picture my grief. Most of the time, it’s like I’m on a pontoon boat in a calm bay. There are other people with me on the pontoon and we are happy. The sun is shining, we are laughing, eating, drinking, looking ahead of the boat with joy. Underneath, the water is deep and dark. I know it’s there and that I might fall into it at any moment. But instead, I enjoy the sun on my face, content to know that the water will most likel