SIDS Families

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Some people just don’t get this. They are not my tribe.

Dear Mom, I am still here. I am here for you when desperation creeps in between the spaces of our new realities. I am not gone. Every tear you shed, I collect i...t. I gather the rain, and to each drop I give life to the memories you and I have shared. I step into your dreams when you least expect it, and if you look hard enough, you can find me there. Say my name. Remember me in the quiet moments. They will sustain you when the world intrudes and tries to drown out the sound of the conversations that you still have with me when you think no one else is listening. I am still here. Mom, my soul is quiet now. It no longer yearns for the things my physical body needed to survive this particular battle. It took everything from me, and I know it took everything from you; you will never realize what that did to my spirit when I passed from that life into this one. I know that you feel like you are losing your mind some days, but when you hear a heartbeat where none should exist, know that it is mine, keeping time with yours. I am still here. I did exist. I left my mark upon this world, and I am at peace now. Love, Your Child Wonderfully written by Rebecca Brogan Originally shared from : Grieving-Mothers.org

Those supposed silver linings never made it any better for me. Jacob was still just as gone.

Saw this quote today on a blog post. It resonated deeply in me and I wanted to share.

The best way I can describe grieving over a child as the years go by is to say it’s similar to carrying a stone in your pocket. When you walk, the stone brushe...s against your skin. You feel it. You always feel it. But depending on the way you stand or the way your body moves, the smooth edges might barely graze your body. Sometimes you lean the wrong way or you turn too quickly and a sharp edge pokes you. Your eyes water and you rub your wound but you have to keep going because not everyone knows about your stone or if they do, they don’t realize it can still bring this much pain. There are days you are simply happy now, smiling comes easy and you laugh without thinking. You slap your leg during that laughter and you feel your stone and aren’t sure whether you should be laughing still. The stone still hurts. Once in a while you can’t take your hand off that stone. You run it over your fingers and roll it in your palm and are so preoccupied by it’s weight, you forget things like your car keys and home address. You try to leave it alone but you just can’t. You want to take a nap but it’s been so many years since you’ve called in sad you’re not sure anyone would understand anymore or if they ever did. But most days you can take your hand in and out of your pocket, feel your stone and even smile at its unwavering presence. You’ve accepted this stone as your own, crossing your hands over it, saying mine as children do. You rest more peacefully than you once did, you’ve learned to move forward the best you can. Some days you want to show the world what a beautiful memory you’re holding. But most days you twirl it through your fingers, smile and look to the sky. You squeeze your hands together and hope you are living in a way that honors the missing piece you carry, until your arms are full again. Jessica Watson Gorgeous piece written by Four Plus an Angel by Jessica Watson. Let us know who you’re missing. We’d love to #saytheirnames with you and flood this page with their beautiful faces! It takes a village. Join ours. @ABedForMyHeart #abedformyheart #grief #loss #childloss #truth #trauma #loveneverdies #dads #grievingparents #parenting #missyou Get the #1 best-selling book, You Are the Mother of All Mothers. A gorgeous gift #book for #grieving #moms. ABedForMyHeart.com/buy/

Found this recently when going through some stuff from the old house... some of the copies of HOPE that I had printed out. This was in one of them. It’s sad yet so beautiful.