When I was a few months pregnant I stumbled across the blog of a woman who lives in Park City, about twenty minutes from my home. Her two-year old daughter Lucy had just died. She choked on an apple while they were leaving church. Imagine me, late at night, all hormoned up, pregnant with my daughter, reading words from this beautiful woman who had just lost her daughter. Her only child. This mother Molly's raw pain was simply incomprehensible to me. It weighed heavily on me for many months and I spent countless nights awake, crying my eyes out over the loss of little Lucy. And even now, just last week, this post had me hiding in a restroom stall at work, physically unable to face anyone.

This blog makes me cry nearly every time I read it. It hurts so bad that I cannot even fathom how Molly feels. I even feel ashamed writing about my pain over her blog because it's nothing compared to what she and thousands of other parents go through when they lose a child. Words are sorely inadequate and so I really won't even try. It would be a disservice to Molly, I think, to pretend to know a thing about what she's going through. Just read her blog yourself.

This is one of the reasons I admire the Mormon church so much. The comfort it brought/brings this family is incomparable and I'm glad Molly has that to cling to in a time that may otherwise be unbearable. I've not linked to Molly's blog before, or even really talked about it to anyone, because it felt too sacred. To her. To Lucy. I almost felt it would be inappropriate, an exploitation of Molly's pain that she continues to bravely chronicle.

However, today, now, it feels right to introduce you to Molly because she's started a website, called A Good Grief, in an attempt to help others. You can find Molly's personal blog here.