Tag: breastfeeding

4 Years Later

faith, grief, memoir, momming

Following the four year anniversary of my brother’s death, my therapist asked about the week of my life surrounding the date. I explained how I journaled about a piece of that time I had never considered before, “It felt like a new way to sit in – or with – my grief.”  And then he asked, how I am feeling [with all that] right now? And, I don’t think I answered him well. I pivoted to something else because I knew my grief had already taken up enough time in our session that day. But if I could go back to the conversation, I would have explained that in this season of grieving,…

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The Call

grief, memoir, momming

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2021 It was just after 9pm when the call came. I was in the rocking chair in the nursery, breastfeeding my son. My husband, who had been fielding all of the phone calls for the last week – from investigators, and search parties, and the news reporters – was presently on a flight to Arizona, to join the search for my missing brother. “Mrs. Neuberger?” “Yes, this is her,” I answered in a low voice, not wanting to involve my newborn in what was likely to be a life-altering conversation. She chose her next words carefully and delivered them with a clinical degree of care, “We located John below the…

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