Words for the Journey

I gave birth to an angel, too beautiful for Earth. The tought that keeps me going is you will never expeirence hurt. We named you Abigayle and the meaning must be true, it means the joy of her fayher

I clearly understand that everyone grieves differently and that there is no “silver bullet.”  My purpose is not to tell anyone how to grieve, as that would be disrespectful, but rather to share things that have helped me along the way.  My hope is that my thoughts might help others in some small way.

During my first year of widowhood, most of my friends had no idea what I was going through but they had more common sense than I did. I did know I was crazy for awhile.

Hard to think about.Harder to talk about.Easy to avoid.Easier to wish didn't happen.Loneliness, even in a crowd.Irritable among peace.Motivation?If only I could explain.If only people knew.But I can't.And they won't.Unless it happens to them.And I hope it doesn't.So I think about it, talk about it,

                     WHEN YOU GO FROM WE TO MEI never noticed how much the world was filled with couples,I never gave it much thought when my husband was alive,I do now.I never noticed how TV, radio, newspaper ads are directed at couples,

I don't grieve silently;I don't do it well. The reason is  That my heart does swell. The pain so acute;Too much to endure. Letting it outIs the only cure.

I remember the day, that you were born. You came to take the world by storm.A zest for life, a smile to shareA giggle , a laugh - none could compare.   Forever, I thought you would be here;Bringing love and bringing cheer. But God said no, to my baby boy; Took him from me , My life, my joy.  

In 2007, Sandra Homer's baby Jayce was stillborn.She decided to post the pictures she had of him on Facebook for her family and friends to see. And even though she got some negative comments, she kept sharing. "It was the only way to share my son with the world," Homer told HuffPost Live's Nancy Redd on Monday.

It boggles me how when a loved one passes away, other’s are there for you the day it happened and up until the day after the Memorial or Funereal. I’m not taking about just acquaintances and friends, I’m also talking about family members. Some can get ugly, cold and even say hurtful things.

my son george age 27 was on his 1st family holiday in spain when his youngest son was swept into the ocean louis was 6 years old, my son jumped in and got to louis sadly both drowned before help arrived the ache in my heart never stops the love in my heart grows with every passing day. i wrote this poem to be read at there joint funerals.

Grief can be described in best terms as being is like the ocean.. waves of water.Small ripples that lap at your toes,Then ones that rock you just a bit at your knees as you walk as little in, The bigger ones that topple over your head hit your stomach when it smacks against you