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.
The other day I took the twins to an appointment. The tech helping us asked them all sorts of normal questions including, "Do you have any other brothers or sisters?"
I always pause here to let them answer as they wish. They were both quiet a moment until one piped up, "We have a sister AND a brother."
"How old are they?"
"Our sister is 9."
At this point we were interrupted by different tasks and the appt. continued. 10 minutes or so passed and the very kind tech came b
I'm usually thinking about one of three things at any given time. 1) the days immediately surrounding Beau's death
2) what life would look like today if he were here and what he would be like/act like/love to do/be learning, etc, etc, etc. 3) the present and everything going on right now. It can be very challenging to focus on #3. I have strategies, one being a very detail oriented job that forces me to focus on the tasks at hand. But all of us who are grieving spend countl