Baby K’s death, my experience with the cold room, and the visualization of her with the Jizo Bodhisattva was only the beginning of my grieving journey. I had a few days off but spent them distracted at a friend’s wedding out of town and then at the Japanese Garden. My first shift back, I felt a dark, distant cloud over my head. It was difficult to take care of my assignment. I knew I needed to work through what had happened but had no idea where to start. So after work I called my dad. Our conversation was filled with…