Healing

The past day and a half have been rough. Lots of tears, lots of "what if's", but also lots of prayers. It's hard to grieve a child you have never met. Typically in grieving, we remember some good times, some lovely warm memory. But when you don't have that, it is so different. So hard.

With permission from the author, Meredith Cornish, I offer these thoughts:


While we were eating…
… they were hungry
While we were playing…
… they were restrained
While we were tucking our kids into bed…
… they were alone
While we turned up the heat…
… they laid in the icy cold
While we wrapped our children in blanket sleepers…
… they laid in their own excrement
While we sang songs and listened to music…
… they listened to the screams and cries of those around them
While we rocked our babies…
… they silently rocked themselves
While we hugged our kids…
… they scratched at their own faces and pulled their own hair for stimulation
While we cried over scraped knees…
… they moaned in their loneliness
While we brushed our daughters’ beautiful hair…
… they had their heads shaven to stave off the lice
While we fought off the flu with love and nourishment…
… they got the flu and went Home.
No longer suffering… but so many more still are.
In memory of those that have never felt the love of a family, but have passed away alone.

By: Meredith Cornish


And I dedicate this to our little angel, "Jacob/Henry".


Mary