10/05/2026
Saturday was the Butterfly Run. It was magical. Over 150 people showed up to help bring more services to families going through pregnancy and infant loss to the West Kootenays. Some carrying fresh grief. Some carrying grief that they've carried for a long time. Some there to support those carrying that heavy grief. There was laughter and joy, tears and hugs.
Most of all, there was support and a feeling of being held. And considering there were folks there from throughout the West Kootenays, that's pretty incredible.
I'm not quiet about my own loss. It's been 17 years, and it still can bring me to my knees at times. The words said to me throughout my loss have stuck with me. The one medical student who asked me if I'd somehow hit my belly. The doctor who called it a spontaneous abortion. The other patient at the ER who was there for an overdose and yelled loudly to everyone that nothing was wrong with my and I was faking it (all while I was bleeding and puking from pain). The priest who we did not ask for that tried to tell us it was for the best. They all cut like a knife. But it wasn't all bad. The ultrasound technician was so kind and gentle. The doctor at the ER was compassionate. My own doctor when I went to see her days later gave me a hug, told me she was so sorry, and held me as I cried before anything else.
I say this all to remind everyone that the way we treat people in grief matters. We may not understand it. We may not know what to say or have any answers. And that's okay. We don't have to. Sometimes presence is the biggest gift you can give someone in grief.
Thank you Butterfly Run Trail. Thank you for your time, energy, and love that you poured into this year's event.