Baby Loss

Holy Week - 2020

My baby girl passed away on the Monday, April 5^th, 1982, right after Palm Sunday.  Her death, funeral visitation, and burial happen during Holy Week.  

Thirty-Eight years ago, I buried my youngest daughter, and I had zero input in that decision.  She was snatched from me at a very young age by a heart condition that today is quickly fixed with surgery right after babies are born.  Sadly, back in 1981, the technology had not been developed yet to help my baby.

When a loved one dies, our lives are altered forever. This includes the future we anticipated.

FROM THE GRIEVING HEART:

We need to be heard. We need to be seen. We want to be loved. Grief is hard enough already.

We know loss is painful, but none of us is quite prepared for the loneliness that descends on us. 

From the Grieving Heart:

When loss strikes, our future is unpended too. what we anticipated is no more.

When loss hits, our lives are upended. It seems that everything changes. We hear the term, "new normal." Often, however, we don't like this new life we're living. 

We're hurting. The last thing we need is to be evaluated. Unkind and unhelpful words end up only adding to our burdens.

In times of loss, sadness can easily deepen into depression. It feels like we've fallen into a pit, and sometimes the pit can grow very dark indeed. 

Grief is draining. Exhausting. No wonder there are times when nothing seems to matter much anymore.