stillbirth; one year later October 5, 2008
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I just had to share this poem with you. For all those touched by still birth. And for those who remember, always remember.
A life begins and ends in the womb.
I want to dig through the attic March 22, 2008
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My sister read my blog tonight and here is her response. When I saw this picture of Abby and Liz, I thought wow, look how my sister has grown up and changed in the last three years. Now she is without braces and has a fabulous haircut.
(nothing wrong with long, straight hair)
And as I look at Abby, wow, wasn’t she just a cutie? I don’t remember this picture. I don’t have it in my collection. I want every single picture that everyone ever took of her because that is all I have left. And I have a box or two in the attic with her things in it. I look at this sweet little outfit and I had forgotten it until now. Not that I obsess about the clothes she wore, but seeing it here in the picture, I remember it, and I want to touch it. I want to go up in the attic right now and dig through boxes until I find it. But you know what, I’m not going to. That will be for another day.
thanks Amy March 22, 2008
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They’re so beautiful. Thanks for the purple. The rose is hiding from the camera.
hosanna in the highest March 22, 2008
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March 22. The anniversary of my daughter’s death. Has it really been 3 years since my daughter died? Three years ago, the day before Easter, I was sitting in the front row at a funeral, the funeral of my daughter. Now three years later, it seems like a distant nightmare. I go to the cemetery and think, have I really buried a child? Is she really gone? Was she ever here? The answers to those questions are yes.
This year, I am thankful that the 22nd of March also falls during Easter week. This year I won’t have to grieve twice and for that I am glad. When Abby died it was the Tuesday before Easter so her death is so tied up with holy week that no matter when March 22nd is in relation to Easter, the Tuesday after Palm Sunday will always seem like her heaven date.
I remember Abby singing “holy holy holy Lord.” That was the only line of the song she knew so she kept repeating it until we got to the hosanna part–then she would keep singing hosanna. I’m glad we sing it every week at church. To me, it was Abby’s song, is still Abby’s song. She is still singing holy holy holy Lord every single day, I’m sure.
holy holy holy Lord
God of power and might
heaven and earth are full of your glory
hosanna in the highest
hosanna in the highest
blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord
hosanna in the highest
hosanna in the highest
This year the anniversary of her death is sandwiched between Good Friday and Easter.
He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
So thankful that I serve a risen Saviour.
So thankful that my sweet baby girl is with Him.
So thankful that I will spend eternity in heaven.
a birth gives new meaning to the Tuesday before Easter March 19, 2008
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A friend of mine was due to have a baby April 1st and I was planning to attend her birth to help with labor support. When I realized that based on her estimated due date that the baby could be born on March 22nd (the 3rd anniversary of my daughter’s death), I was a little freaked out. I didn’t like that idea because I didn’t want to share the date with anyone, but then I put it in the Lord’s hands and rested in the fact that He knows what is best for me, even better than I do.
My friend called me on Monday to let me know that she had been having contractions. She wasn’t sure at that point if she were in real labor or not, but she did want to inform me of the situation. I thought that the baby could be born on Tuesday which I thought was a wonderful day to have a baby! The Tuesday between Palm Sunday and Easter will always feel like my daughter’s heaven day no matter what the calendar says. So the Lord did know what was best for me afterall. A Tuesday baby had not even occured to me, but now that it could happen, I thought it was a fantastic way to bring new meaning to a horrible day for me.
And indeed it did. A sweet baby girl was born early on Tuesday. I shall remember this always, and I don’t mind sharing this day. God is a wonderful God of grace, always full of surprises for me.
