Have I mentioned recently that humans are AWESOME. Sorry to bang on about it but I’m just BLOWN AWAY by what people are willing to do for absolutely nothing in return. I’m sure I’ll forget someone, but here is my best attempt at thanking everyone for everything:

My mother, for her love and, frequent phone calls and timely check-ins.
Dad - the British man who tells me he doesn’t know how to have emotions - who was willing to sit silently on the phone with me while I cried. Twice.
Shannon for taking the train all the way from NYC, for bringing groceries with her, cooking yummy meals, cleaning my bathroom and keeping me company for several days.
My incredible home birth midwife Connie, for her minute-by-minute support during and after, the card she sent and then for refusing to take any money at all. I couldn’t be more touched.
Dorothy, for cups of tea, intimate chats and offering to create all kinds of fun/weird grieving rituals.
Julia, for catching me when I fell hard, for doula-ing me through the worst part of my grief and for sending me money for a Mayan Abdominal Massage.
Jenn for long-distance reiki on my womb that transformed my pain and my experience.
Laura, for sending me a homemade mix of tea that she made especially for grief. A beautiful surprise.
The angel-man at my health insurance company for going above-and-beyond his job description to get me covered in time to go to the ER.
Cara, for soup and tea and a handmade card.
Mary Ellen, for flowers and hugs.
Nancy for “Jewish penicillin” (chicken soup).
Jen for homemade pumpkin muffins and broccoli soup.
Fi, for love, texts , songs and prayers.
Erin, for being so kind and flexible on timing.
Ginny, for sending me a Buddhist prayer statue, all the way from California.
Bit, for the phone calls just when I needed them.
Elisabeth, Kayleigh, Grace and Anna, for the web of light and love you surround me with at all times.
The Nussbaums, for calling, texting and reminding me that I always have a family on the East Coast.
The woman at the registration desk at the ER, who asked if she could hug me.
The ER doctors and nurses, who were all so kind and thoughtful.
Ella, for letting me hold your baby (soooo healing) and for giving me the book “Spirit Babies”
The women at my part-time job, for checking on me and for understanding when I couldn’t do certain physical tasks.
Barbara, who hardly knows me, for calling to see how I was doing.
Leanne, who also doesn’t really know me, for reminding me about the kindness of strangers.
And Axe Man, my sweet love. Thank you for being with me the whole way through, for crying as I cried and suggesting that we bury her under the Japanese Maple, for waiting on my every need when getting up from the sofa seemed too hard, and for being my rock ever since. I’m am grateful beyond words.

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