Sorry, I didn't know the format of my previous reply came out like that. I would like to share poems with you. Take care.
Precious Child Remembered
We know that you are hurting
We know just how you feel.
The pain deep inside your heart
You feel it can't be real.
We know what's going through your mind,
Thoughts that cloud it through the day.
We're on the road you're traveling now.
It can be handled, there's a way.
Don't fight the tears you're feeling,
You must just let them flow.
Speak of your child daily
To many people that you know.
Find others who can understand
They'll hold you as you cry.
The questions, we have all asked,
All the how's and every why.
We will always think of our child,
No one will have to say a word.
They will remain in our hearts
Our precious child remembered.
~Author Unknown~
A Pair of Shoes
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes,
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
I am so sorry for your losses.
My heart goes out to you.
I wish I have words of wisdom to ease your pain, but I don’t.
Your precious daughters just died, yourgrief is fresh and raw.
Please begentle with yourself.
God is a mercyGod, you have every right to be angry at him.
Express your feeling to God.
Heis a mercy and forgiven God.
Tears are not a sign of weakness, it is proof of your lovefor your girls.
Cry, if you needtoo.
You will learn to live withoutyour girls in your arms but in your heart.
But not today, not tomorrow, it takes time.
Time doesn’t heal your wound, but time can soften the intensepain that you’re feeling now.
Yourgirls will be never forgotten, for life or death, they are your daughters.
You are a mother!
The death of your daughters will change you forever.
When your daughters died, they didn’t goalone, part of you went with them. My heart is breaking for you that you haveto go through this journey.
If you don’t want to see anyone at the moment, it isfine.
You could send out an email toyour friends to inform that about your daughters.
Let them know how they can help you go through this.
Death is a taboo subject, especially when itcomes to babies.
Your friends may shyaway from you.
Lean on your family andfriends that can support you.
Just beprepared, others might try to rush you to go back to your “old” self becausethey do not feel comfortable to see you are sad.
There is no timetable on grief, take your time, don’t let othersto push you. Tell them how they can help you. I promise you, it will geteasier.
Here’s a link that you mightwant to send to your friends to help you:
What Do I say to a Friend whose baby died?
http://shivere.wordpress.com/2008/03/19/what-do-i-say-to-a-friend-whose-baby-died/
Any Pregnancy Loss and Infant Death support group in yourarea?
If there are, please go there andget support.
Here are a few websites that you could get online support:
MISS Foundation (People there are very compassion andsupportive) http://misschildren.org(you need to sign up in order to get in the Forums, it might take a few timesbecause MISS is operated by volunteers)
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