Quotes

There is no foot too small

My Three Little Birds

Here are their quilt squares, all adjoined, in a quilt of babies that died in 2007 and 2008. Please consider sponsoring March of Dimes in memory of Xavier, Zora, and Nathan, and ALL babies born too soon, so that their research can continue and hopefully prevent other families from suffering the loss of their sweet babies.

The whole quilt

Angel babies

Sorry that some of these are small, if the size is increased on some of these, they pixelate and don't look good.

Dread

I have developed a new philosophy

- I dread only one day at a time.

Charles M. Shultz, Peanuts

When bad things happen to good people

When darkness seems



overwhelming,


light a candle in someone’s life


and see how it makes


the darkness in your own


and the other person’s life flee.


Rabbi Harold S. Kujshner, “When


Bad Things Happen to Good People”

There are things...

There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.
                                                                                    ~ Author Unknown

Pain

"The pain passes, but the beauty remains." Pierre Auguste Renoir

Candle Flame and Reflection

New Angel

Bereaved Parents Wish List

Got this from http://mylifeafterloss.blogspot.com/:

BEREAVED PARENTS WISH LIST


I wish my child hadn’t died. I wish I had him back.

I wish you wouldn’t be afraid to speak my child’s name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you as well.

If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you knew that it isn’t because you have hurt me. My child’s death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child, and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.

I wish you wouldn’t "kill" my child again by removing his pictures, artwork, or other remembrances from your home.

Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn’t shy away from me. I need you more than ever.

I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you; but I also want you to hear about me. I might be said and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child, my favorite topic of the day.

I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child’s death pains you, too. I wish you would let me know things through a phone call, a card or a note, or a real big hug.

I wish you wouldn’t expect my grief to be over in six months. These first months are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die.

I am working very hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my child, and I will always grieve that he is dead.

I wish you wouldn’t expect me "not to think about it" or to "be happy". Neither will happen for a very long time so don’t frustrate yourself.

I don’t want to have a "pity party," but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.

I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I’m feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.

When I say, "I’m doing okay," I wish you could understand that I don’t feel okay and that I struggle daily.

I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I’m having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I’m quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.

Your advice to "take one day at a time" is excellent. I wish you could understand that I’m doing good to handle him at an hour at a time.

I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my child died, and I will never be that person again.I wish very much that you could understand – understand my loss and my grief, my silence and my tears, my void and my pain. But I pray daily that you will never understand.

-taken from Compassionate Friends (an organization for Bereaved Parents)

The Mask

I feel as if I am buried alive

Yet I smile, and respond
"Fine, thank you."
I have been appropriately conditioned
No one wants to hear the painful t r u t h.
An essential part of me, my limb
A constituent of my earthly being
Has been violently amputated.

Yet I laugh at the mediocre conversations
A verbal splash in a shallow puddle
Pretending to be a player of the words
That have no m e a n i n g.

My heart has been ripped from my bosom
No benevolence granted
No explanation -No apologies
Only cataclysmic p a i n
Only agony
No anesthesia remains, just the bitter pain.
Yet I wear the m a s k

Day to Day.
Pretending I fit in
But really I'm a foreigner here
They speak an alien language
I attempt to translate the words
Still, they mean nothing to me.
Sequestered in the mask


They hear not the music I dance to
Nor the words I speak
Nor the pain I echo
Nor the native language of my e y e s
They will never really know me,
It's only a mask.

At the heart of it all....

At the heart of it all,

what matters most is:

Who has touched our lives and

Whose lives we've touched.

People are like stained glass windows.....

"People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkenss sets in, their true beauty is revealed ONLY IF their light is from within."- Elizabeth Kubler Ross

Angel Baby Painting

Angel imagery - from Central Park, NY

Blinkie: This candle burns in memory of my 2 angels in heaven.

It's animated when in a PowerPoint or on a Web site.