Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
And huddled up
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
The gap between those who have lost children and those who have not is profoundly difficult to bridge. No one, whose children are well and intact, can be expected to understand what parents who have lost children have absorbed and what they bear. Our children come to us through every blade of grass, every crack in the sidewalk, every bowl of breakfast cereal. We seek contact with their atoms, their hairbrush, their toothbrush, their clothing. We reach for what was integrally woven into the fabric of our lives, now torn and shredded.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Grey's bill in the Senate was put to committee today. The above link seems to be the most direct way to contact the members of the Senate Committee on Health and Human Services. Just click on their names at the top of the page. When it takes you to their page, scroll down to find their email. When you write them to support Greyson's Law, please make sure to put the Senate bill number in the subject box, SB 1720. Please pass this on to anybody and everybody.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My heart is a vessel full of many different emotions. Until I let those emotions out, there will not be room for more, be it good or bad.
Grief makes you super-sensitive to everything; looks, sounds, touch, and conversation.
My biggest fear was that if I gave in to grief and allowed myself to cry, I would never stop. However, grief is natural. Crying forever is not. It should not last for more than a minute. I can allow myself to do that.
Ironic, that on the 3 month anniversary of Grey's death, I actually feel alive for the first time, like I have started to come out of my fog. Another gift, I guess.
I'm trying to get rid of the pain Baby. I really am. And I think I'm becoming OK with that.
Today you have been gone three months.
It feels like yesterday. But it feels like years.
You are everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
I love you Little Man. I keep telling myself you are in a better place, even if it's not with me.
Forever Your Mom
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009