The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The death of my own son has made me more sensitive. It's made me more compassionate.
Being a twin, and knowing if my twin was gone or lost - that's a part of me. There's no way I could be the same person knowing my brother had passed away.
Witnessing the bond between a parent and their little ones firsthand really brought home to me how much I was missing.
'Cause when I had my child, people tried to make me feel like life was over for me, and I started to believe that.
Everything that I had done creatively related to two or three incidents that happened to me when I was a child that I'd forgotten. Everything, absolutely everything.
I had to force myself not to be overly protective because I had lost one child.
When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.
Having a baby dragged me, kicking and screaming, from the world of self-absorption.
The loss of my father was the most traumatic event in my life - I can't forget the pain.
When my son was born, and after a day of lying-in I was told that I could leave the hospital and take him home, I burst into tears. It wasn't the emotion of the moment: it was shock and horror.