Posts Tagged ‘grief’
Honoring My Past in My Present
My son only physically existed in the past. However, he is still very much a part of our present and our future.
Read MorePink and Blue Awareness Project
October is the month for all loss parents to help bring awareness of our deep grief and the ongoing love that we have for our babies.
Read MoreTrue Friendship
Being seen. Being loved. Mourning with those who mourn. Rejoicing with those who rejoice. Understanding like a true friend.
Read MoreThe Life We All Envisioned: Suffering the Loss of a Grandchild
A grandparents heart breaks for the pain that their child is experiencing and for the loss of their grandbaby.
Read MoreJust The Right Friend
Take the time to recognize and be grateful for the loyalty of friendship during the difficult times.
Read MoreEmbracing the Journey from Broken to Rejoicing
By: Kayla Leibner Have you ever felt pressured on your grief journey – by your feelings or by the words of others? There are some things that have been said to me repeatedly over the last few years – more frequently at the beginning of my life as a bereaved parent and only on occasion…
Read MoreWriting your Baby’s Story
By: Ann-Marie Ferry i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for…
Read MoreRest for Your Soul
By: Kayla Leibner Life can be exhausting. Some seasons just seem to never stop moving. I am in a season of my life in which there is always something that needs to be done – laundry, dishes, cleaning, meal planning, school, bills, groceries, errands… the list could go on and on. I often have a…
Read MoreThe Lyrics That Help To Tell My Story
By: Ann-Marie Ferry I love words. They are like food for my soul. A good phrase can capture a thought like a snapshot and then paint it in vivid color. Soon after the loss of my son, when friends and family did not know what to say and when the thoughts in my head were…
Read MoreThe Pain of Forward Motion: When Memories Fade
By: Ann-Marie Ferry Sitting cross legged on the warm summer ground I comb my fingers through the damp grass. Every so often I grasp at it as if I am grasping for growing hair. A short time has passed since Kuyper’s burial, yet the patch of earth over his grave has grown in thick, making…
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