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

my son during my darkest hour. The house doesn’t feel quite so gray anymore. I still have bad days, and the loss of the baby still hurts with a dull, constant ache, but I’m not drowning. I started writing in the back of the journal, adding my own notes for Toby’s future, creating my own safety net for him. I want him to know that even if the world continue reading …