Share Your Story

Team Popcorn that's who our family has become, now identifies with, will proudly share and talk about.   Team Popcorn formed 4  years ago after our world turned completely upside down, when our lives changed forever, when we had to start living our new normal.   I never in a million years ever imagined my life would be this.  Yet here I am, here my family stands determined to help others in memory of our son.  We were broken as a family.  Really broken after Scott died.  I was sad, depressed going through the motions of life without any emotions at all.  My husband was a "robot" work, home, sleep only socialized when he had no choice. My then 3 year old clung to his 3 imaginary friends and lived his life through them, Deevee, Dillon, and Mr. Holiday. ( two firefighters, and a police officer)  His stories of their adventures were so elaborate you thought they really happened.  He never spoke Scott's name.  He wouldn't because he knew it would just make us sadder.  This was our lives.  How do you over come such a loss, find happiness again, purpose, hope?

Then...We found the March of Dimes.  It was a reason to feel something again.  Feel excited be able to honor Scott, share him and at the same time help others not go through our hell.  I found Share your story, a life line for me.  A group of women who "got it"  who didn't think I was crazy when I wanted to pop the It's a boy balloon on the neighbors mailbox.  Who got my sadness, my anger, my anxiety.  These women helped me start to heal.

We went to our first March for Babies with a friend 8 months after Scott died.  Inspiring, hopeful, joy, and yes a bit of sadness because of why we were there.  Seeing all these people come out and walk for the health of babies.  Families, companies, doctors, and nurses.   During that walk the seed was planted in my mind.  I told my Sister in law and husband during that 4 mile walk next year we will be, Team Popcorn in memory of Scott. ( Colin called Scott Baby Popcorn when he was in my belly and soon everyone was calling the baby that)   I got excitement back that day.  I got some hope back that day.  I couldn't bring my son home but maybe I can help another mom bring her son home.   This is why I walk, my family walks.  We aren't broken anymore.  My son says his brother's name now.  Talks about him, Talks to him in heaven.  Will proudly tell you about Scott, our team and why we walk.

I walk because last week I bought a bunny and plastic eggs for my son's grave for Easter.  No mom should be in the holiday section of a store picking out something for their son's grave.  

I walk because no mom should have to plan a funeral for their infant.

I walk because no mom should have to pick out a casket for their infant.

I walk because no mom should have to find the words to explain to their 3 year old son why the baby we spent 8 months telling him about will never come home.

I walk because it gives our family purpose and something positive to do in our son's memory.

This is why we walk, and if you haven't been to a walk go, experience such a special uplifting day  of helping, remembering, and celebrating babies.