This momma. And all mommas who have lost a child. People, I tell you what – I don’t know how I would live after losing a child. Let alone two. Yes, I believe in the Lord, and all the comfort and peace only He can provide. But, to actually LIVE LIFE.
I honestly do not know how so many women can do it. To go on after losing a child. And it doesn’t matter if that child is 50 years old, lived a rich life with children of their own. It doesn’t matter if that child is 17 and not graduated high school yet. It doesn’t even matter if that child took a breath out of the womb. A child lived. And a child died. And this momma lost two, at once.
The statistics these days are something like 1 in 5 women in childbearing years will knowingly loose a pregnancy. I have never knowingly lost a baby, but I am in the minority. So I do my best to honor those babies and their families. I will never be the comfort that Jesus can provide, but I hope and pray that I am being His hands and feet.
From the stories I hear, I want to let all the families know that I will never tell you to get over it. I will never tell you that God needed another angel. I will be here if you want to chat about the dreams you had for your baby. I will bring a bottle of wine and toast your baby. I promise I will do my part to never forget your baby. Or babies.
This popped up in my Facebook feed last night http://momastery.com/blog/2014/07/14/stop-the-world/ And G’s post ripped me apart. “It’s not something we need to grab from away from each other. Grief is holy. Your friend doesn’t want it taken away from her. Sometimes a mama’s boundless grief is the only proof she has left that she loved boundlessly. Great grief is the price of great love. So forget about making it better. Just call, or email and say: I am thinking of you. And of your baby. And I love you. And I’m so sorry. You are not alone.
That’s all, That’s all we can do. We don’t have to make it better. We just have to remember.”
Poppa has struggled with the loss of his boys just as much as momma has. His grief is no less than hers. Here is the story in his words from that time of great grief.
And, here is the story how I witnessed it. They were greatly loved and cherished much. To their momma and poppa – thank you for letting me into your world during such heartache and pain.
