The hardest grief for a woman to ever bear is the loss of a child. Unborn, stillborn or infant, the pain is still the same. Your life is spent thinking as the years go by. This year you would have started school and this year you would have graduated. What color is your hair now and are your eyes still blue. Are you a daddy’s girl or maybe mama’s boy. Are you daddy’s little shadow or mama’s little helper.
Life goes on, but on your day of birth, or death, or the day your heart stopped beating. Those days are unbearable for a mother. Her heart aches to hear this child say mama and her arms ache to hold an angel. 39 years ago last August I lost my angel. 34 years ago last May I lost my angel. 24 years ago last November I lost my angel. Along the way I’ve had 4 more that lived. People say I’m blessed, but I will always grieve for the ones that are gone.
Today is a hard day for a very special friend. Today I grieve with her for I know how hard it is. I’ve researched some of these quotes and some were given to me by friends who care.
“Tiny angel rest your wings sit with me for awhile. How I long to hold your hand and see your tender smile. Tiny angel, look at me I want this image clear…That I’ll forget your precious face that is my biggest fear. Tiny Angel, can you tell me why you have gone away? You weren’t here for very long… why is it you couldn’t stay?”
Tiny Angel shook his head: “These things I do not know… But I do know that you love me, and that I love you so.”
What we have once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.
How very softly you tiptoed into our world, almost silently, only a moment you stayed. But what an imprint your footsteps have left upon our hearts.
“Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she is not, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.”
God bless you Red and all the other mommies that are missing their angels.