One of the things I love about my wife is her commitment and ability to remember our children in unique ways. These mountains are just one example. They represent our frail-yet-fierce family of four:
We lost Eli in November 2018 because of a terminal condition. Rowe was taken from us through miscarriage this past May.
It’s impossible to articulate the agony of losing two babies in two years. Grief ebbs and flows but never goes away. The ache is chronic because their lives are irreplaceable.
But while childloss is complicated, cruel, and confusing, this is clear: our babies will never be forgotten. Eli and Rowe will always be remembered in our home.