๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐น๐ผ๐๐. ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ณ๐น๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ, ๐ถ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐ฎ๐น๐น-๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
We all know what grief is by definition. We will each experience it at some time in our lives. Our mind often says โGod forbidโ when we think about losing a child, spouse, or a parent. We cannot wrap our minds around the incredible pain that surrounds it, until we have stood in it. That is when others who have grieved BEFORE you become instrumental in grieving WITH you. Being part of a child loss grief group has helped me in so many ways. It has given me a place to share my heart without judgement. It has forged friendships with other parents who understand the deepest sorrows and know how to best support us. I have been so blessed to have that support.
What has surprised me more than once is how grief makes your heart so raw that your compassion for others is greatly increased. Your own loss makes you keenly aware of those around you walking through loss. It also makes your heart heavy, and your tears fall when you realize others are starting this intensely heartbreaking journey of grief.
โข Some of our best friends from our young married years lost their adult son this weekโฆ
โข Another cancer family that we met in the waiting room during our time with Millie just had a second child diagnosedโฆ
My tears have fallen many times today for both families. Please lift them up in prayerโฆ The Lord knows their names.
Part of sharing my grief transparently is to write Millieโs story. Today, I allowed myself to write the chapter that tells of Millieโs last moments before heaven. I will not share them here--they feel too personal, too precious for a Facebook post. I had to think about those moments, walk back through them in my mind, add details between each tear. I had to stop, catch my breath, and start again. I will have to go back and edit it later, clarifying the details and making it more reader friendlyโif death can somehow be friendly. I will cry againโฆthen editโฆthen cryโฆ Grief is so all-encompassing when you look it in the face.
As I sign off, my eyes glanced upon a postcard on my desk that says:
๐พ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐...
May my words touch you with the feel of my arms around your shoulder, of a hug of compassion, and of knowing that my heart shares your burdens, just as you have shared mine.
Blessings sweet friendsโฆ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโใ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
I still believe in Millieโs Miracle
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ Hebrews 11:1 ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๏ธตโฟ๏ธตโฟเญจโเญงโฟ๏ธตโฟ๏ธต
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