Today's been a bit of a rollercoaster for me as I finally started reading "Empty Cradle Broken Heart," which came highly reccomended by others who have faced the death of their baby.  It's strange how something as simple as a book can make you feel less alone in the middle of this nightmare we're living through.

I've been diving into the pages, and they are hitting hard. It's like someone reached into my heart and put into words all the things I've been feeling since we lost Benji. Reading about other people's experiences somehow makes my own grief feel a bit more...normal, if that makes sense.

And let's talk about our village. Seriously, I don't know where I'd be without them. Their support has been like a warm blanket on a cold day or a bowl of grandmas matzah ball soup when you have the flu. So comforting! From the late-night chats to the random hugs and short walk and talks with friends, they've been there every step of the way.

As I sit here, trying to put my thoughts into words, I'm reminded that it's okay to not have it all figured out. Grieving is messy, and there's no right or wrong way to do it. But knowing that there are others out there who get it, who've been through it, somehow makes it all feel a little less overwhelming.

So here's to taking things one day at a time, leaning on each other when we need to, and honoring Benji's memory in our own way. Thank you for all you love and support. It means the world to us and comforts us as we face one of life's hardest challenges.