Posts Tagged ‘pregnancy and infant loss’
Kindred Strangers
By: Ann-Marie Ferry I never saw it coming. Tear soaked face. Thrown together carry-on. Royal blue, malodorous, Grey’s Anatomy scrubs. I must have been a sight that day. Sitting among strangers, waiting for the plane, I prayed, “Lord, I need an everyday miracle. Please sit me next to another Christian I can pray with during…
Read MoreForever Loved, Missed, and Carried Daily
By: Keisha Wells There are many keepsakes I have for my twin sons. Delicate and treasured items made and purchased for and in honor of them—blankets, bracelets, and the crocheted hats that framed their angelic faces in our final earthly moments together. I keep them stored safely and take them out from time to time,…
Read MoreYour Love Is Legendary
By: Ann-Marie Ferry Mother Bear first noticed the faint smell of smoke that morning as she wandered about her home of skyward reaching trees, brambles, berries, and trickling streams. She paid it no heed. Her two cubs wrestled about in the underbrush, ear gnawing, rollie pollies that would jump to a battling bear stance at…
Read MoreFinding Beauty in Grief
By: Robyn Busekrus The season of Fall has quickly transformed the trees. The hues of red, orange and yellow are bountiful in color. Seasons of change are difficult for those of us who have experienced pregnancy loss. There is beauty in the seasons changing, yet an ache as we wish our children were here. This…
Read MoreRemembering Together This October
Parenting after a loss is a dance between gratitude for the children you are raising and longing for those you don’t.
Read MoreDelicate Dance
Parenting after a loss is a dance between gratitude for the children you are raising and longing for those you don’t.
Read MoreI Am With You
By: Casey Zenner Close your eyes…take a deep breath. Do you feel that? The peace coming over you? That’s me. That’s me telling you I am okay, so please don’t worry. That’s me waving hello and goodbye, please hurry home, I can’t wait to hear your stories. That’s me grabbing your leg and squeezing tight in the afternoon as your day drags on. That’s me…
Read MoreThe Deep Roots of Legacy
By: Ann-Marie Ferry “Tough it out.” “Don’t cry.” Don’t be a girl.” We have been told for years that to show pain, or to speak of it, is weakness. We are the children of stoicism. The American roots run deep into this ancient philosophy. At the heart we know something is wrong with it but…
Read MoreThe Little Yellow Butterfly
By: Casey Zenner One of the greatest things about being a parent is watching the bond your children have grow over the years. When you have one child in Heaven the fear of missing out on witnessing that bond for me, at least, has been one of the toughest parts of this journey. Not only…
Read MoreSailing
By: Ann-Marie Ferry Twenty-five feet of crystal-clear water rolled between the pier where I stood and the smooth, colorful boulders on the lake floor. I was enchanted by this simmering window into aquatic life, mesmerized, in my own world. “Ann-Marie, the line is moving,” a voice called out. My parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents,…
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