Grief is never easy, but there are some days where the pain of grief seems to intensify. For me Mother’s Day is such a day. On the wall by my bed there is a framed handprint that is made into a flower. There is a short typed poem about growing hands and children. My 4 year old, son Noah proudly presented me with this gift May of 1999.
Grief is never easy, but there are some days where the pain of grief seems to intensify. For me Mother’s Day is such a day. On the wall by my bed there is a framed handprint that is made into a flower. There is a short typed poem about growing hands and children. My 4 year old, son Noah proudly presented me with this gift May of 1999.