When my daughter, Rory, passed away, I struggled to comprehend how I would cope with grieving, much less go on from day to day. One thing that helped me to continue to heal and move forward was taking care of my nearly two year old son, Quincy. As much pain as I was in, I also knew my son was struggling in his own way. I created this book for other children, like my son, who'd also lost a sibling.
When my daughter, Rory, passed away, I struggled to comprehend how I would cope with grieving, much less go on from day to day. One thing that helped me to continue to heal and move forward was taking care of my nearly two year old son, Quincy. As much pain as I was in, I also knew my son was struggling in his own way. I created this book for other children, like my son, who'd also lost a sibling.
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