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This will be my second Mother’s Day since we lost our precious boy, and just like last year, the lead up to it has been bringing up a lot of feelings and thoughts.
Today is Say Their Name Day and this year, Red Nose has chosen the Blue Wren as its symbol for the day. Whether you've lost someone, or you're supporting someone who has, I hope today's blog post will be a reminder that no matter how long it's been, the love and memory of the ones we've lost will carry on not just in our hearts, but in practical and tangible ways.
It’s a bittersweet day for me today. My precious boy, Dorian, should have been two today, but he was too precious for this earth.
There is no scale or measure that can ever quantify the depth of pain a mother feels when she loses her child, no matter how long she carried, knew, or held them. And yet the sad truth is that in this world, and even within the grief community, there is often an unspoken comparison when it comes to mothers: Is it harder to lose a baby in pregnancy or after birth? Does the time we have together determine the depth of the loss and therefore the amount of pain we feel?

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