I Forgot My Son’s 8th Birthday While Grieving My Miscarriage—Then a Gift From My Dead Mother Revealed She Had Planned for My Darkest Day

looking through the journal together. I told him stories about the man who wrote those notes, and I told him how much his grandmother had loved him. I didn’t tell him I had forgotten his birthday; I told him that sometimes love is so big it finds its own way to the door. This experience changed the way I look at my life and my grief. I realized that continue reading …