grief comes in waves...some days it’s calm, some days it’s turbulent. The okay-ness is perplexing and feels out of place but is a relief, and the turbulence feels correct for an ocean (of grief) but is also terrifying and seemingly endless. Just waves. In, out, in, out. One thing that has helped ease the riding of the waves is companionship in the form of friends or family (or even people we hardly know). The greatest lesson (or example) and most beautiful gift has been seeing them get into the boat with us, and ride with us, and maybe also laugh and joke with us while we sail. So we don’t feel alone or strange for riding these waves and how we ride them. Thank you friends and family and thank you all here for your loving support...truly🤍 as for baby Oliver, we still have hope while we grieve the possibility of what may be. It’s a weird in-between place to be. In, out. In out.