Child loss stinks. When I became a parent my hormones kicked in and I had the instinct to nurture, feed, and protect this child. My life revolved around finding ways to provide for this child. Once I had multiple children, I realized that each one had a different personality and different needs. My heart adjusted and made room for each one. I think of my heart as being divided into equal parts for each child. In each room, a different child resides. Different activities happen in each room. Depending on the age of my child, it might be preschool, a sport and the activities surrounding it, college, marriage, or their own children. After my oldest child passed away, the room appeared empty. I thought all that remained of him on earth were the photographs, trophies, toys, and memories. What was I supposed to do with that now empty room in my heart? He no longer texted or phoned to check...