Even though the one-year anniversary of Ethan’s death has passed, I’m still struggling. August is as tough a month as July to get through — first our anniversary, then Ava’s birthday, finally Ethan’s birthday. As always when I feel sad, I spend every spare moment looking at old pictures and videos.
These pictures were taken on our trip to the Big Island. I was pregnant. The salty air made my stomach turn. After we returned home I miscarried. I went to the doctor’s appointment alone and remember sitting in the hot car crying and calling David to tell him the news. It was our first loss.
Hey Jude 