Dear Haddie Bo Bo: What is this thing called "peace"? Does it really exist? How do you find it? I see people who have also been chosen to live this journey of losing and child and they seem to be at peace.  Maybe I am wrong and they aren't at peace.  Is it a choice? 

  Haddie Bo Bo, You were small.  You were just a baby.  You hadn't spoken your first words yet or taken your first steps.  You hadn't lived long enough for people to know who Hadley Sue Bromley was all about.  In fact the only people who really knew you were just a handful of us. 

Haddie Bo Bo, It is so true that grief will catch you by surprise.  One minute you are laughing, interacting, and having a great time.   Then within minutes I am flooded with memories of you, my body becomes hot, and tears well up in my eyes.  In that moment surrounded by friends, strangers, and Daddy

  Dear Haddie Bo Bo,   Today I am ready to go home. Not to my house. I’m ready to go home to heaven to be with you. I am tired. I am so tired of carrying this burden around. Today it is really weighing me down. My chest feels heavy and my mind is

Haddie Bo Bo I am sitting on the couch in the basement of our new house. We did it, we moved. Moving day came so fast. I didn't really have time to think about what it all meant. It was probably for the best. Your room was the last room that I packed. The day

Haddie Bo Bo, It's that time of year again. The time of year where I relive everything that happened up until you passed away. Then when June 2nd comes around, the day that you passed, I start to relive that and everything after that too. It was Mother's day a few weeks ago. 2 years

Dear Haddie Bo Bo, A lot has been going on. Today Fitz is 2 days shy of being 10 months. This is how old you were on the day you died. I have dreaded this day since the moment I found out I was pregnant with him. I knew it would come, he would turn

Dear Haddie, Last night I was putting your sister to bed.  She asked for chocolate milk.  When I say asked it was more of a whine, cry, and on the verge of loosing it over chocolate milk.  So I did what any parent on the top of their parenting game does...I gave in.  I headed

Haddie Bo Bo, Today my mind keeps going there. I feel the lump in my throat rising and I try to swallow it. I feel the tears forming...they are seconds away. I am irritable.  I snap easily. I have the "mean" face, as Eloise calls it. I know if I just let it go I

Haddie,   Eloise is the only child that has called me Mama.  She is the only one that I have seen stand on her own, take her first steps, etc.  Fitz is getting older and he is starting to pass some key milestones.  He is now sitting up and getting up on his hands and