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Heat Waves

I have had a deep connection to this song since I first heard it. Sloan died during a heat wave, the first week of July 2017. The world crumbled beneath us as birds chirped, and the sun shined through the windows. A beautiful, bright, and warm July morning that felt like such a betrayal of the infinite, crushing darkness we were facing inside our home.

Every June, as the sun gets hotter, and the days get longer, I often find myself a bit trapped in the heat wave of grief. The weeks I count down until yet another anniversary of my child’s death. The day when love songs and ballads of longing warped into songs about my baby’s absence.

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