Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

That is not betrayal.

The first year, I knew exactly how many weeks since she died.

Then months.

Then anniversaries.

Eventually I occasionally noticed the date late in the afternoon instead of when I woke.

The first time that happened, I felt horrible.

Dr. Ward said:

“Your love does not require perfect calendar vigilance.”