Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thank Goodness for the Sun
I just need to post how thankful I am for seasons of joy that also come in our life even when there are definitely seasons of sadness that come to all of us. I have been doing so good lately and feel so much joy lately. Although I still have my moments that are rough, I am so thankful to be Nora's mother. I feel so much peace in the way everything happened. I'm just thankful that life continues to move forward and that healing comes with time.
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I am glad that you are feeling joy you deserve it. I am kind of an airhead and just realized how to get to this blog, but I am so glad I did I think it is a great way to express your feelings, thanks for letting it be open to me to read. I have been thinking about you a lot lately during my OB rotation. Love you!
ReplyDeleteHi Whitney, I can't tell you that I know what you are going through but I can tell you that I think about you often and pray for you to have strength and comfort. I don't know if Amy told you but my cousin gave birth to a 23 week old baby girl who also passed away and I know she has gone through a lot of the same emotions that you probably have experienced.
ReplyDeleteI found a poem on her blog that I wanted to share with you (you might have already heard it) but I loved the tender words coming from a different perspective.
Surviving...
People often ask me what it's like to lose a child, this poem describes what I feel sometimes.
My Mom Is A Survivor
My mom is a survivor,
Or so I’ve heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I’m with her
To help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
That never wash away…
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others…
A smile of disguise!But though
Heaven’s door I see
Tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her, knows
It is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through Heaven’s open door…
I try to tell her that angels
Protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn’t help her…
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her…
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says…
No matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
That time won’t ever heal.
By Kaye Des’Ormeaux