Why the Site?

Some would debate whether one can ever truly heal from the loss of a child. I would question whether it is less painful to watch a child slip into oblivion. Luckily, I’ve never been faced with either the loss of a child or with watching a child slip permanently into oblivion. But I did watch a child slip temporarily away. I’m still working on recovery. Or if not recovery, at least some form of closure.

“Don’t talk about it,” I’ve been told. Over and over again. The nicest thing anyone’s said about it has been “you’re right, but you’re beating your head against a brick wall.”

For eight years I’ve spoken about this — in a civilized manner the vast majority of the time. Now, the Federal Employee Health Benefits funded counselor has told me that I could lose my family if I continue speaking about this as much as I have been.

Don’t talk about listening to a baby scream as if someone had stuck a fork into her. Don’t talk about watching a four year old teeter and then slip away. Don’t talk about finding out the cause of it all, or, God forbid, the far-fetched idea of justice. Don’t talk about the censorship.

I’ve seen diet help one child. I’ve seen music help another. I’ve been told that music could help me. I wouldn’t know, I only know that I enjoy music a great deal.

Sample Therapy

Me and Lynyrd Skynyrd