Death of a Child

Losing My Daughter Made Me Fight For A Healthier World

Dr. Jane Philpott | Posted 11.10.2015 | Canada Parents
Dr. Jane Philpott

Emily was two and a half years old. She was a beautiful blonde toddler with a shy and quiet nature. For most of her life we lived in Niger. I always thought (and I still do) that it was a wonderful place for our children to grow up. I look back on the nine years we spent in Niger as among the happiest years of my life. I vividly remember the afternoon we spent relaxing at the pool of the old French club. Emily was full of life -- jumping and splashing in the pool with all the others. We went to church on the Sunday evening in a nearby village the night before she died.

Her Death Drove Her Two Dads Apart

Connected | Posted 06.20.2015 | Canada Parents

“There isn’t a single day where I’m not thinking of her.”

Bullycide: A Parent's Unrelenting Nightmare

Jonathan Hewitt | Posted 09.17.2013 | Canada Living
Jonathan Hewitt

Unlike most emotional injuries, the core and source of the pain never changes at all -- I can go right back to December 5, 2006 literally in a heartbeat. I try not to do that, and therein lies one of the fundamental truths of the matter. Even I thought that by now I'd be free of the worst effects of my experience, I've come to realize that that sort of wishful thinking doesn't ring true.

After My Husband's Death I Don't Want Closure

Joan Sutton | Posted 03.31.2013 | Canada Living
Joan Sutton

I am grateful that my husband lived a long and productive life. So, please do not tell me how to grieve. Spare me the euphemisms. My husband did not "pass." He died. I have not "lost" him: I know exactly where his body is, and his spirit is with me. And. Do. Not. Speak. To. Me. Of. Closure. What a hideous word. Bring me acceptance but, never, closure.