Stories of Loss
Compiled by LLM
Death is part of life; the women who embrace
life though pregnancy and birth sometimes must
also face death. Following are stories that celebrate
the lives and mourn the deaths of our lost little
loved ones. See the Honored
Babies website as well, and note that
Cytotec baby death stories may be found
on the Devil
Cytotec page.
On this page:
First:
If My Baby
Dies A BirthLove Column that speaks to how
a mother and baby should be treated if the baby
is not intended to live: with gentleness, and
great respect.
Tribute
to Catherine Young Gloria Lemay wrote this
to Catherine's children, shortly after their mother
died. This tribute speaks to all of us though-
our beloved dead are still with is always.
Miscarriage Stories
Miscarriages are very sad, very real losses for
the women who bear them. They can hurt in so many
ways, and their pain resonates throughout a lifetime.
Here are the stories of women who have transformed
their pain and learning into the written word.
A note to women going through miscarriage- please
remember to eat and drink as much as you can;
you are giving birth, and need to keep your strength
up. Also helpful is having bright yellow flowers
you can look at when you need to. Put your face
squarely in the sun- feel the warmth and energy
of that which makes all life possible- this will
fill you up again with life force, and the power
to go on.
A mantra for women going through miscarriage:
"My uterus is like a self-cleaning oven."
For help with heavy bleeding, go here.
BirthLove creator LLM's miscarriage
stories
Karis Evelyn's
Birth Story Lynsey's third baby was born into
her hands at home- a perfectly formed tiny baby,
whom the doctors thought should have been removed
by D&C. This birth was deeply sad, though
innately rewarding for Lynsey, who ended up transferring
due to heavy bleeding.
The Dream
-by Camille
Fawcett, after her miscarriage.
"On November 29th I had the most amazing
dream.
"I was outside with a whole bunch of
people- looking through a small squared off
opening. Everything was black except for
the opening. Through the opening was the dark
navy sky- like the velvet dusk before pitch
black. Then, a single star that flashed and
then disappeared- only to be replaced by the
most dazzling array of stars.... forming the
most amazing shapes- from a cross to a pentagon
shape to a circle shape. Millions of bright
stars forming these shapes... only to fold into
the centre and disappear, almost the same as
a kaleidoscope.
"It took your breath away. I remember
feeling, in my dream, full of happiness. Was
that you, baby? Drawing me beautiful pictures?
Thank you so much my precious one. I know you
are showing me you are at peace, and beautiful,
just as I thought you would be.
"I was looking back on my journal, and
this is the dream I had the night before I miscarried
my little babe. I wanted to share it with the
special people in my life, so they know everything
is alright." -Cam
My
Unassisted Miscarriage Story Birgit in
Germany loses her first child, and feels such
grief and sorrow; but in her loss she grows profoundly.
Lisa's Letter to Alex
"I wrote this letter for my tiny baby Alex,
who I miscarried in August 2002 at around 5 weeks
gestation. At the time of my writing this, she
would have been due in about 2 weeks time."
-Lisa Aldridge
Friday 4th April 2003
Dear Alex,
It's been 8 months since we were cruelly separated,
and as the time of what would have been your
birthday draws near, I wanted to let you know
how much I love you, and how I wish things could
have been different. I am crying as I write
this, as I often sit here and wonder about what
the future would have held for you, how you
would be at this very moment be wriggling around
in my huge belly, trying to get comfortable
because you're running out of space, how you
would be keeping me up in the middle of the
night because I don't have much space either,
how your really big family of Grandparents,
great grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins
would be impatiently awaiting your arrival.
Not to mention your excitable Daddy and your
big brother and sister. I imagine you being
born into mine and Daddy's loving arms and us
both crying tears of joy, I imagine the endless
days and nights of breastfeeding and snuggling
up together me, you, Daddy and your big brother
and sister. I imagine what you would have been
like growing up; I think you would have always
been up to mischief doing things you were not
supposed to. Or maybe you would have been quiet
and well behaved. Either way it wouldn’t
have mattered to Daddy or me.
I know that we didn't have long together, but
that doesn't matter, what matters is that you
were part of our family and you always will
be. I know there was a reason you couldn't stay.
I know that you mustn’t have been well,
but I find myself dreaming and wishing that
you weren't ill and that you could have stayed,
but I know it wasn't meant to be. It doesn't
matter if any children are born to me after
you or how many, I will love those children
just as much as I loved you, but they will never
replace you.
Before I come to the end of this short letter
please know that I will never ever forget you
as long as I live, and you will always hold
a very special place in my heart. I miss you
and love you so much.
Lots of Love and hugs and kisses
Mummy
XXXXXXXX
Walks
through the Shadows of Death and Life Sarah
shares letters about her miscarriage- about what
she has learend as a conscious, spiritual being
about the gifts of life and death that mothers
are given. Also by Sarah:
- Our
Angel Baby Sarah writes about her deeply
healing pregnancy, and then her painful, sad
miscarriage and D&C.
A Buddhist
Perspective on Death (Miscarriage) Ril
experienced many miscarriages; through her pain
she has come to see great joy- in being the chosen
home for all these little souls who needed a home,
if for only for a little while, on their enlightened
path.
My
Miscarriage Story Jamie's miscarriage,
while painful, was the most beautiful birth she'd
ever had- private, dark and secret. Note that
it took six full weeks for Jamie to pass her baby.
The Divine
Soul of Miscarriage Kerri, who has had four
miscarriages, talks about how babies who only
remain within us for a short while move on to
other mothers, perhaps mothers whose love or bodies
are challenged, and become their "miracle
babies". This includes a poem written for
her lost babies.
Miscarriage Rituals
-with thanks to Krista Cornish Scott for passing
these links on
Carol-Anne's baby
forever
"I have suffered a miscarriage in the
past. You cannot truly understand how difficult
it is, until you experience it, and I would
not wish that on anyone. It was my darkest hour
and if not for my other children at home, I
don't think I would have been able to carry
on. It was almost 4 years ago now and I still
can not discuss it without tears.
"I was 18wks, felt the baby move and have
no idea what happened. Had my normal appointment
with my midwife and she could not find a heartbeat.
Being an optimistic sort, I did not believe
it until I hit the parking lot, then broke down.
I knew something was wrong. Had the ultrasound
the next day, our worst fears were realized.
I was in shock, immediately saw my OB and was
induced. To do it all again, I would have stayed
with my midwives and endured my loss at home,
where I could be loved, supported and respected.
We chose to have our baby cremated but kept
hearing from the staff- 'You know you don't
have to, the baby isn't over 24 wks.' How terrible,
you mean my baby wasn't real, didn't deserve
respect, love and acknowledgement because of
his gestational age?
"We still have his ashes and this may
sound morbid to some, but when I pass away,
whether I am 35 or 95, his ashes will be released
with mine, in a place of tranquility. I have
always loved my pregnancies, in this way I will
be pregnant, and with him, forever. <tears>
" -Carol-Anne
Brockington. Visit Carol-Anne's website,
and read her son Ayden's birth
story.
Jessica's Story
"When I was about two months pregnant
I went to visit my husband who was working in
France for 10 days. While we were looking at
the beautiful sights of Paris from above, I
went to the bathroom and noticed the tissue
was very faintly blood stained when I peed.
I didn’t think anything of it at the time
and finished a lovely day with Brett. That night
when we got to our hotel, the blood had increased.
My underwear were slightly stained and I got
a white washcloth to check if I could see it
more clearly there. All of a sudden I knew something
was very wrong. Brett tried to reassure me that
women can spot while pregnant and still have
everything be okay, but my heart told me that
was not true in this case. I knew in my soul
that it was really bad.
"My plane to come home was in two days,
so we phoned the midwife and she said to just
stay in bed until I was ready to fly home. By
the next day I was sure that we were losing
the baby. I was in so much pain, I felt like
my heart and soul were being ripped from inside
me. These contractions were so much different
because they were bringing the worst grief I
had ever known, rather than the new life of
a baby. Brett sat with me and carried me in
and out of the bathtub to try to get some relief
from the pain. I didn’t want to take anything
strong on the off chance that the baby might
still be okay.
"The days passed and it came time for
me to fly home. My mother took me to the hospital
for an ultrasound and then to the midwife’s
office as soon as I got home. I found out that
I was definitely miscarrying, and that it was
still a matter of time until my body was done
with the bleeding and cramping. A doctor prescribed
me drugs which helped my uterus to contract
and by the next morning I miscarried the baby.
I called the doctor’s office to tell them
what had happened, and the nurse said they needed
me to bring them the tissue. I completely lost
it. I was totally hysterical at the thought
of handing this over to them for some tech to
dissect and then throw in the trash. There was
just no way that was how I was going to mourn.
They had a Christian nurse call me back, and
she said they would write in my chart that I
flushed it since it was actually illegal for
me to keep it. My mother bought me a beautiful
white rose tree which I planted and buried the
baby." Excerpted from Ashton's
Birth Story
Micklyn's
Miscarriage Stories Micklyn is RH negative,
and is concerned that this may be the cause of
her miscarriages.
Peanut
Geoff Powell descriptively and movingly tells
the story of the miscarriage and D&C of his
first baby at twelve weeks gestation.
Her Baby Forever
"The day I miscarried my second child,
I was browsing in a car dealer with my one year
old so that I didn't have to be alone. In a
lighthearted manner a salesman said that my
one year old was so cute, he'd just take him
home. I went to pieces, and responded "I
already lost one child today. I don't want to
lose a second." And quickly left. He meant
it lighthearted, but it was like stabbing me
with a knife.
"That baby wasn't real to anyone else
but me, but to me this was a very real child
that I had insisted on seeing before the medical
staff took her away. I already knew this child
by name. You know even eighteen years later,
and knowing that that child did later come to
my family, doesn't erase the emotion."
-Ruth Anna
Miriam's
Story Stacy writes her miscarriage experience
in three journal entries; though hers was more
of a birth story than a miscarriage story- Miriam
was born in love into her mother's and father's
hands. Stacy had to transfer afterwards though
for medical care.
Dominic's
Story Jen shares the story of her little one
lost at 12 weeks of pregnancy. This story is so
sad, yet very beautiful: Jen writes with so much
love in her heart.
By Juliette Holmes:
- My
First Miscarriage Story Juliette loses her
third child at 19 weeks gestation due to a a
cystic hygroma. Throughout the pregnancy, her
intuition told her something was wrong.
- My
Second Miscarriage Story At 14 1/2 weeks,
Juliette loses her fourth child... she is devastated.
This includes the story of her failed D&C
operation. Hugs to you Juliette- know that you
will see your dear little babies again.
My Baby Violet
Meg, after four weeks of waiting, finally had
her miscarriage. She had instinctively resisted
a D&C- despite heavy pressuring from her doctor...
Meg knew her baby wasn't "tissue"- but
a baby. Meg talks about two nurses in her story-
two angels. The first gave her power to fight
the hospital OB, the second gave her compassion
and love when she needed it most... bless them
both. Updated 3/7/02- Meg has buried little
Violet.
The
Story of My Twins' Miscarriage A mother intimately
shares just what she went through in her babies'
miscarriage at 14 weeks. She generously wrote
this so other women can have an idea about what
to expect while having a miscarriage.
Help for
Recurrent Miscarriages by a mother who had
five miscarriages-and seems to have discovered
why they happened, and how to prevent another.
Maria's Birth
This birth story includes mention of the mother's
three miscarriages.
My Pretty
Baby Rhonda vividly and artfully describes
her bliss upon conception, and her despair upon
her tiny baby's death. A must-read.
Always looking for the missing child
"In May, 1984 I lost what would have been
our second child; I was at 2 1/2 months. Now
I had a really hard time...the coldness of the
nurse at the clinic...the Dr.'s cold "sympathy",
and even medical problems for 14 months afterward.
But, what I want to share is this:
"Since that time, we've been blessed with
4 more wonderfully loving children. We've even
experienced more miscarriages; none to the 2
months term, though. Wherever we are, I have
found myself doing the "head count".
Each time, even though all 5 of my children
are present, I always feel like one is missing.
"Last year our oldest son brought to my
attention that maybe I'm looking for the baby
we lost in '84. I had never thought of that,
but since then, I do. I don't intentionally
look for THAT child; I'm just always looking
for number 6.
"I am not living in the past... nor do
I wish I could turn back the clock. Job said,
"The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away;
blessed be the name of the Lord." I have
children here on earth... and in Heaven... and
one day we all will be united!" -Cathy
G.
The
Baby That Never Was Denise Sachs talks about
her miscarriage, and how she heard vastly different
ways it should be dealt with by different doctors.
From Trisia's
Journal Trisia explores her feelings shortly
after her miscarriage.
Love,
Marriage, Dreams, and a Miscarriage.
-by Nicolette. This page includes Nicolette's
resolution to help make change, and a lovely photo
of Nicolette and her elder child nursing.
How Do
I Begin? Tammy intimately describes her
pregnancy and traumatic D&C . This page includes
a link to letters written to her doctor: one sent,
and one that she kept to her heart.
September
19th, 1999 (at 5 a.m.) Tammy has also
contributed a heartbreakingly beautiful recollection
of her little daughter's burial. This story was
hard for Tammy to share; please read it gently.
Ectopic Pregnancy Stories
"There are 20,000 ectopic pregnancies a
year in the United Kingdom alone. This is more
than double the cases of cervical cancer. An ectopic
pregnancy is where the fertilised egg implants
outside the womb, usually in the fallopian tube
but occasionally in the ovaries, cervix or abdomen.It
is a life threatening condition which as the pregnancy
grows can cause pain and bleeding, can cause rupture
and can lead to collapse and in rare cases death.
For more information please see www.ectopic.org."
-Laura Abbott
Ectopic
Pregnancy: A personal account Laura Abbott,
an independent midwife in England, suffers intensely
during the termination of her ectopic pregnancy
that took away so much: not only her much-wanted
and dearly loved baby, but her future fertility
as well. This story is a must-read for everyone-
the babies of ectoptic pregnancies are real babies
who die, and are grieved deeply by their parents.
Says Laura- "An ectopic pregnancy is a termination
without consent, a life taken that by journeying
a few inches longer would be sitting in me now,
wriggling and hiccoughing and growing. Instead,
she was cut out of me. "
My Ectopic
Pregnancies Annette intimately shares the
stories of her two ectopic pregnancies. These
were Annette's fourth and fifth children, and
they were very much wanted, and deeply mourned.
Stories of Stillbirth
Note to women who lose their babies in their
second trimesters of pregnancy: many babies are
lost due to untreated blood sugar difficulties
in the mother. A history of either too high or
too low blood sugar will impact pregnancy; a good
preventative is eating a solid diabetic diet throughout
pregnancy. Go here
for advice in making meal plans. Also note that
ultrasound is linked with an increase in miscarriage
in at-risk babies. For more on this, read BirthLove's
ultrasound links.
Always missing her lost twin
"I lost my first baby. And my fourth baby.
And it's a hard thing, but I've done so much
better with this last baby than with the first.
I've grown, as a woman, as a mother, and as
God's child. With my fourth baby (my 5 month
old was a twin...) I didn't cry and sink into
a depression when I found out. I always knew
that baby was there at one time, even though
no one believed me. My first midwife even called
me crazy for thinking I was carrying twins.
Then, after 10 months of being persuaded that
it couldn't be twins, it was. A baby that I'll
never hold, cuddle, sing to, or even bury. A
baby that I know in my head is better off with
my Savior. A baby that I miss so desperately
in my heart.
"And oh the questions that plague me.
Did I mess up? Did I do something wrong? Will
my precious Abigail one day wonder why deep
inside she feels lonely, even when surrounded
by so much love? And then I feel the Spirit
come and say the baby is fine. But it's ok to
be sad and miss this baby that I had such a
contact with.
"My hubby doesn't understand. He doesn't
know what it's like. But when he told me about
the twin, he said something like, you know,
if you wanna cry, I'll just hold you. And I
smiled, and thanked him. He's come such a long
way. And I think in his limited knowledge, he
misses our babies too." -Gen
D'Orleans
My
Angel Baby Charlie Sara lost her little Charlie
at seventeen weeks gestation; his VBAC birth was
holy and perfect, at the hospital and with a beautiful
nurse attending.
Amy's
Story Amy's first baby died without explanation
at term; this includes part of his story, as well
as that of Amy's other children, and her twins
who died at 18 weeks gestation.
Corinth's
Story Corinth is the name of the twin who
died in utero because her mother Bren simply couldn't
afford to buy enough food to eat. Crescent, Corinth's
sister, had a peaceful unassisted home lotus birth
(linked from story).
Audrey's
Story Lauren's little baby Audrey coexisted
alongside a molar pregnancy- a nonviable growth
of tissue. Audrey couldn't survive. This is a
sad, sweet story of a mother's love.
Emily
Lin Powell's Birth Emily died shortly before
her birth. Her mother, Tami, had long been planning
a VBAC waterbirth- and this is how she did give
birth to Emily, with an OB's gentle encouragement.
This birth story includes photos, and a link to
Emily's homepage.
Celebrating
Sienna The
story of Jo's vaginal birth after cesarean on
March 17, 2001 to a precious stillborn baby.
It is simply the most beautiful birth story...
Also see Sienna's
Gift -a tribute by LLM to Jo
and Sienna.
Krista and her precious stillborn
little one
Wishing you love until you
see your baby again, dear Krista...
Stories of Infant Death
Holy VBAC
A midwife talks about a mother who came into herself
as a woman and grew the power to stand up for
what she believed in and desired: a gentle, holy
birth for her beloved child whom she knew would
die.
My
Baby Vivian Heather talks about her first
baby's birth and short life, who died as a result
of a massive idiopathic fetomaternal transfusion,
an extremely rare complication that causes blood
from the baby to leak into the mom.
Keith's
Story Melanie gave birth prematurely at 24
weeks of pregnancy. This is the story of her birth,
and of the medical mishaps that were responsible
for her son's death. Note from Leilah, site editor-
I love this family so much for allowing such love
to flourish... and then freedom. Includes photos.
The Birth
and Life of Sierra Kendall Colon, My Angel
Julianne's little one died three days after birth.
This story tells of her birth, and the too-short
time before Sierra's death.
Trenton's
Birth Story The story of Trenton's birth and
short life are told by Becky, her husband and
her father.
Megan's Birth,
Sarah's Sadness... Megan was killed in her
birth by an incompetent physician. Sarah is heartbroken.
This page includes a poem written by her father
for Megan.
Jordan
Riley 's Memorial Page From Jordan's
web page: "We had plans for Jordan
Riley to be born gently at home, into the loving
hands of her parents. However, greater,
grander plans where in store for our Angel.
Read her birth story. See her pictures.
This was both a happy journey for us, and a
sad one. I am sharing pictures of our baby
shower, belly pictures, and so much more.
At first I thought I shouldn't, but then I decided
that while I carried her, both Bob and me enjoyed
so many things because of her. While this
story did not have the ending we wanted, or
expected, Jordan did bring us happiness."
Poems about Loss
Loss
I am not going to tell you not to cry,
Because you will.
I won't tell you it's better this way,
Because it isn't.
I won't say that your baby is happier now
Because she misses you.
I won't try to ignore your loss
Because it is real and so is the pain.
I won't say "You will have another baby".
You know that.
But you don't want another baby right now.
You want THIS baby.
I will tell you that in time the pain will ease
And the sorrow will fade into peace.
I will tell you that tears are healing
And grief is cleansing.
I will let you tell me about your baby
And I will cry with you.
When the morning comes (it always does) and you
sense her spirit near
Rejoice in the time you had together,
So short
Yet, for Eternity.
Forever will come someday and you will hold her,
You will know her and you will find joy in being
her mother.
Copyright 2003 Mary
Siever
Empty
-by Megan Vowell, within days of finishing
her miscarriage.
I am empty. No emotions. No babe in my womb.
No hope in my heart. The death of a dream.
Numb
except for throbs of pain when my heart remembers
the little one who has gone. Or, worse, yet, forgets
and feels the false happiness of the fullness
that was.
Alone
just me and this pain. No baby to kiss. At arm's
length from the world, made a stranger by my solitary
grief. No one has words to say. All is silence.
Together
My husband with me, under the grief. Staggered
by the loss of love's creation. Still, there are
no magic words. I grieve best in silence.
Silence
broken only by midnight sobbing. Tears are not
strong enough to mourn this death. The choking
moments, when even tears will not come, turn my
heart inside out.
Shame?
Yes, shame that I could not nurture this one
into life. I have failed myself. And yet, my head
knows what my heart will not believe- that there
is no blame.
Unknown
No birthday, no name. Just a now empty womb-
a too brief home to my unknown little one.
Fear
That there will be no more life from this womb,
that the next one will also be lost. I am afraid
to hope and dream for fear of another loss. I
do no know if I am strong enough to face this
again.or if I am strong enough to face this now.
Strong!
And yet I live. I am still wife and mother and
lover and friend. When I despair, still I take
another breath. I eat and sleep and walk. Sometimes,
I even laugh.
Surprise
At the strength that has grown in me. Amazed
to discover that still I dream, hopefully, of
a baby to fill my womb, my arms and my heart.
Only a memory,
Copyright December 2002 Megan Vowell
Forever Loving You, Soft Baby Girl
-by LLM. I wrote this while putting
up on this site some pictures of a dear little
girl who only lived two days. The pictures are
for her mother, her family and her friends, and
I'm sorry I can't share them here. Their beauty
smote my heart; within it I am crying still.
Putting up pictures of Baby
chubby soft aroma
warm fuzzy hair
precious little face, hidden and serious
full of quiet life, secret intent...
Seeing the pictures of Baby
feeling her soft baby countenance, soft as dear
whispers
I can smell her with my eyes- touch her with my
crying- hold her in my heart, and miss her so
so much because she is not alive anymore.
Alive for a moment- a breath- a whisper-
then soft chubby legs, into ashes and earth.
In pictures of Baby there are lifetimes in a moment-
lifetimes of love, of softness, of fragrance-
in pictures of Baby my heart is spent in silent
weeping.
I will always remember Baby- so soft, so pretty,
so fragrant to my eyes
I will miss her always- this little one only souls
can now touch.
In a picture I see Baby- dark hair, chubby arms,
a baby for her mother to kiss and devour in soft
love and endless weeping.
In Baby I see sadness... such beauty the world
will never see again, the beauty of her, of Baby...
Beautiful baby girl...
May you fly, beloved, in Heaven- peaceful and
radiant in perpetual love. Such love for you is
still earthbound... and one day, She will fly
with you again.
You are beloved... dear baby girl.
Naming Our Dear Ones
The mention of my child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.
-Author Unknown
Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending that she didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing,
I say "pretty good" or "fine."
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.
-By Elizabeth Dent
Thanks to Annette A. for passing the above
poems on. -LM
Forever Living
"I found this poem in a book. It was
found in an envelope (left for his parents) of
a soldier killed on duty in Northern Ireland.
He didn't write the poem, and in spite of lots
of publicity, no author was found. It just is."
-Anna Young
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Love
Poems for Catherine Grace Her parents wrote
her gentle farewell poems, then read them to her
spirit at her funeral.
The following poem was written by my aunt.
Her baby died at four days old in 1974; she was
my aunt's third child. The cause was the Rhesus
factor. A lab report had her blood type down as
O positive. She is O negative... with the Rh vaccine,
the death would have been preventable. -LLM
KATRINA ANN WILLIAMS
Twenty-six years, a long time has passed,
since blessed with your birth, but lost you
too fast.
Your memory still lingers, my heart still cries,
of those painful moments and thoughts that don't
die.
Oh, how I hoped for a few days longer,
just to hold you in my arms.
For if love was enough to have made you stronger,
you would have lived a hundred years.
If I could have one wish Lord,
one dream that could come true,
I'd go back to the past, get those four days
back,
then return your Katrina to you.
I hope one day to understand, the wisdom of
your plan,
that some are chosen to live days of more....
while others...only four..
Yes, twenty-six years is a long time it's true,
although a day doesn't pass when I don't think
of you.
I know you look down from the heavens each day,
our guardian angel to show us the way.
Until we meet in the heavens above,
where sorrow is over and rejoice just in love.
Where past becomes present and the heart cries
no more,
watch over us little angel in God's heavenly
home.
-your mother
Becoming a Widow
My
Journey Red has lost her husband twice-
first through separation, then finally through
death. This is Red's account of her story
as it happens- when her husband first had
his aneurysm, then finally when she receives
his ashes. This includes many photos of her
beautiful family throughout.
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