I lost my four and one half daughter in 1988. Her name was emily claire, with strawberry shoulder length hair and big blue eyes. A car accident that I tried to prevent. I was holding her in the street when a neighbor picked me up to leave her lying there bleeding. I know how you feel, missing your daughter and knowing you will never get to kiss her little soft cheeks again or speak to her or hold her. I go visit emily at the cementary and cant think of what to say. but that i love her.
I hope you will find this website a place of comfort if you are grieving or a place to gain understanding if you're walking with a friend through loss or maybe you just clicked here from one of my other blogs and want to get back to birthing with guinever or at home with guinever.
Please realize that you're not alone in the feelings that you might be experiencing. Also know that true and lasting comfort
comes only from the Lord.
Webster defines grief as,"The pain of mind produced by loss, misfortune, injury or evils of any kind; sorrow; regret. We experience grief when we lose a friend, when we incur loss, when we consider ourselves injured, and by sympathy, we feel grief at the misfortunes of others."
So if you decide to stay awhile, grab a box of tissues. As you explore this site, you'll find out why I am no stranger to grief.
blogs I read from other mothers who have lost children
hair like hers wispy and blonde I see a girl with her mother alive
I used to have a girl like that
but now she is vanished. . . .
to read more, click on "grief" above
hope in God
Why are you cast down , O my soul?
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
for I shall yet praise Him
for the help of His countenance.
Psalm 42:11
I invite you to look at my pictorial walk through the cemetery
I lost my four and one half daughter in 1988. Her name was emily claire, with strawberry shoulder length hair and big blue eyes. A car accident that I tried to prevent. I was holding her in the street when a neighbor picked me up to leave her lying there bleeding. I know how you feel, missing your daughter and knowing you will never get to kiss her little soft cheeks again or speak to her or hold her. I go visit emily at the cementary and cant think of what to say. but that i love her.