My heart truly breaks for every mom that has lost her baby regardless of their age. And, the hope that maybe thereвЂ™s a new photo that IвЂ™ll discover. It was supposed to bring me pleasant memories. My visceral reaction had already started. And there are the pictures of my son in the PICU. Anyway, this past December, I got an email from Shutterfly. If there are pictures of Matthew, I save the email as if I get to save another memory of my son even though the pictures are already on my Shutterfly account. If there are no pictures of Matthew, I usually delete the email. that corresponds with that particular day. ItвЂ™ll share the photos from 5 years ago, or 2 years ago, etc. So, over this last year, every time I get an email with my вЂњShutterfly memories,вЂќ I eagerly open the email to see if possibly, just maybe, thereвЂ™s a picture of Matthew that I hadnвЂ™t remembered or hadnвЂ™t seen for a long time. I must have, at one point, set my setting to automatically upload pictures my phone to the Shutterfly site. I was similarly upset with my experience. I had a similar experience as you did with Facebook. But when my friend texted me, I felt badly. but I, too, hadnвЂ™t put the date of his service into my head. I can tell you everything that led up to MatthewвЂ™s death, the dates, the places, etc. I didnвЂ™t know what she was talking about at first. So when, this January, a very good friend of mine texted me that she was thinking of me and praying for me and my family on this difficult dayвЂ¦. I barely remember much from that week of planning and the day of the service. I know that much because by the time the doctors at the hospital tried to save Matthew and then we waited for the organ donation logistics to be figured out, we were at the hospital with Matthew until 12/29/17. MatthewвЂ™s service was at the beginning of January. I canвЂ™t tell you how comforting it was to read that. Also, you are the first person to say that you didnвЂ™t even have the day of his memorial service as a milestone. That made Christmas Eve and Christmas quite difficult this past year. Writing has been the foundation of EmilyвЂ™s healing, and she is currently working on her first book.Д®mily, I didnвЂ™t realize you son got sick on Christmas Eve mine did too. Her passion is supporting other bereaved parents walking this path and educating others in an attempt to shatter the stigma surrounding grief and life after child loss. She felt this was an opportunity and calling to help fill in that gap. Feedback resonated that the support out there seemed to focus on infant/baby loss and miscarriage versus older children. She began sharing her grief journey on her blog ( ), and the response from other bereaved parents was overwhelming. As he died in her arms, she promised to find a way to live on in his honor. Within 24-hours they were making the hardest decision of their lives to withdraw life support. Her oldest child, Cameron (forever 7), unexpectedly got sick. Late Christmas Eve (2015) life was sent on a new, unexpected trajectory. Photo Credit: Pexels | CC0 Creative CommonsД®mily is a wife and mother to 3 children вЂ“ 2 girls here 1 son in heaven. I just wish I had a little more control and awareness over when they will show up. These are the things we must learn to navigate. ItвЂ™s impossible to prepare yourself and predict when one will be a trigger. I understand why many choose to leave the world of social media following their loss.Д«etween old memories and constant images of happy families, reminders of what you are missing, there are so many minefields.

My heart felt the same hopeless feeling that flooded it for months following his death.ДЄ new milestone was claimed. How easily we can slip back into a moment and have it feel so realвЂ¦ as if no time had passed. With each post, my wound was ripped open raw. There is something to be said for grief amnesia. Yet, I was reading them with fresh eyes as if it were the first time.

To be honest, I was in such a fog at that time I donвЂ™t even remember what day his memorial occurred. Yet, I realized I never tracked this date as a milestone. There are certain days I know what to expect. Today,В my heart immediately dropped into the pit of my stomach. Like a friend pulling you in for a hug and a walk down memory lane.Д®ven now, a scroll through posts of old has the ability to warm my heart and bring a smile. Your pitch always seems so inviting, вЂњYou have memories.вЂќ I didnвЂ™t realize today was the 3-year anniversary of my sonвЂ™s memorialвЂ¦ until you shoved it in my face. Oh Facebook memories, we have a love-hate relationship.

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