It's been a few weeks here of hints, clues, nudges and prods from the past. Some were private things, like running across the blanket we held Burke in while he passed away, and some a little more public, like attending the blessingway for another babylostmama, but all are pointing back to the grief and ache.

I've been trying to ignore them, pretending it's "just a little emotional bump." But I realized last night while crying and laughing with a new lostbabymama friend that it's time to do a little more Work. Time to reflect, maybe pull out some photos.

Take some long walks. Talk a little more. Tune in and listen. Spend some time getting to know the quiet space in our little family where our eldest son should be.

So thank you for this...