Losing Ari could have wrecked us as a couple. We could have become one of the statistics.
We could have given up on one another, went opposite ways when our grief did the same.
We could have wallowed in our own bubble of pain, not communicating or telling one another we need help.
But we didn't.
We found more love, more fight within us to not let her death break us, but to let her LIFE lead us.
She leads us every day to choose better. To be better as a couple. To be better parents. Better friends. Be better human beings.
It is not a walk in the park. In fact, it is more like a marathon.
But, not one other person on this planet will ever be able to understand the depth of pain we each carry more than one another.
Though we grieve differently, he gets me. He is my person.
Grief exists because love did first.
And ever since grief entered our life, it's been about finding our way through it......
Almost everyone at some point in their life will experience some kind of adversity or trauma. But for us bereaved parents our trauma is extreme given the out of natural order death. It was not a one time 'event', but rather an ongoing journey of memories never made. We must navigate our grief journey for a lifetime with no timeline, map or end point. Now, to know this can either look like a foreseeable future of misery or a story of love and loss so great that it transforms it into a beautiful masterpiece; a story perhaps the whole world needs to hear. Every single grief journey is unique and so very personal. Whether or not someone chooses to share their story is solely their decision. However, I highly suggest it be considered, if and when you are ready.
My choice... I chose to share.
From the moment of our daughter's diagnosis, I wanted her to be known. I did not want people to forget her, to know that she was real, she existed. She would...