10/28/2026
October 27, 2023. The day we were expecting to welcome our sweet Genevieve into the world. 🦋
Although I did not consciously remember her due date after losing her in May, my womb reminded me… effortlessly. 😔
I lost my first son, Anthony, in 2003, just seven days after Mother’s Day. Twenty years later, I experienced the heartbreak of losing my youngest daughter, Genevieve. Then less than 6 months later I lost another pregnancy.
There is something about losing a child that changes how you experience certain days, months, and seasons. Even when the mind is occupied with life, the heart remembers.
Having experienced pregnancy and infant loss three times, I am especially mindful of the mothers who are suffering in silence. The women grieving babies they never had the opportunity to bring home. The mothers carrying memories, unanswered questions, and love that has nowhere physical to go.
As we close out Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, I ask that you take a moment today to lift these women in your thoughts and prayers.
Some are grieving recent losses. Others are carrying grief that has lived quietly within them for decades.
Their babies mattered. Their motherhood matters. And their stories deserve to be acknowledged.
For Anthony, Genevieve & the one unknown 🦋🤍