It has been nearly four years since Sean died and there are many of facets of our time together that replay in my mind almost constantly. My experience with grief counseling is one part of his death, though, that hasn't left me either. When he died, I knew that I would need help. I was expecting twins — my first children, and here I was, suddenly all alone. How could I bring these children into the world where I would be expected to love and care for them when I couldn't feel myself anymore? I knew I had to pick
