Family and Child Consultants

To the Partners of My Grown Children, There are moments from their childhood that live in my heart forever—days when the sun was high and my boys were splashing in the pool, laughter ringing out as they raced each other and tried to make the biggest and wildest jops. They spent hours riding their bikes up and down the street, hair wild in the wind, faces flushed with joy, and always a football close by, ready for a kick or a wild game with friends. They were rough and tumble, full of dreams and boundless energy, always chasing the next adventure, always finding new ways to make me smile and often, to worry. And then there is my daughter—never still for a moment, a whirlwind of energy and light. She moved through our home like a spark, impossible to catch, always on the move, always with a new idea or a burst of laughter that made the world feel brighter. She brought a spirit you wouldn’t believe—lifting us all, reminding us to keep up, to see the joy in motion and the beauty in chaos. ...

To Gus’s Mum, Dad, and Grandparents, I write this as a grandmother, my hands shaking, my heart aching for you in ways words will never truly capture. I know what it is to love a child so fiercely that their laughter is the music of your soul and their absence is a silence that screams. To the Grandparents You opened your home—the safe haven, the place of adventure and gentle spoiling—for your precious grandson. The place where little feet patter down hallways, where stories are told, and where the world is meant to be small and safe. Now, every corner of your home echoes with the memory of Gus: his giggle in the sand, his curls shining in the sun, the last time you saw him—so ordinary, so unremarkable, so heartbreakingly final. I can’t imagine the weight you carry. The questions that haunt you: If only I’d watched a moment longer. If only I’d held his hand. If only, if only, if only. The guilt that isn’t yours to bear, but which clings anyway, heavy and relentless. The world will never...