Saturday, January 28, 2012

Today

Today marks 15months since Stella died, and 1 whole year since Tina laid to rest. Today we lay Leah to rest <3 The 28th........oh the 28th of the month.
I was searching for a poem to share on FB for my dearest little Leah, who we will be laying to rest today. I found a good poem, and then another....But when I found this one, I HAD to share here.
This last 15 months since Stella's death has been such a hard road. Even the past 6/7 years have just been plain HARD. For I  have endured so much death & hardship through out those years. I really wish I could find something great that had happened with out pain, but thorough pain we learn. If it wasn't painful, we generally don't remember, nor do we learn.
RIP Leah, We love you so so much.


Just For Today For Bereaved Parents

By Vicki Tushingham
Just for today I will try to live through the next 24 hours
and not expect to get over my child's death,
but instead learn to live with it, just one day at a time.
Just for today I will remember my child's life, not just her death,
and bask in the comfort of all those treasured days
and moments we shared.
Just for today I will forgive all the family and friends
who didn't help or comfort me the way I needed them to.
They truly did not know how.
Just for today I will smile no matter how much I hurt on the inside,
for maybe if I smile a little,
my heart will soften and I will begin to heal.
Just for today I will reach out to comfort a relative or friend of my child,
for they are hurting too,
and perhaps we can help each other.
Just for today I will free myself from my self-inflicted burden of guilt,
for deep in my heart I know if there was anything in this world
I could of done to save my child from death,
I would of done it.
Just for today I will honor my child's memory
by doing something with another child
because I know that would make my own child proud.
Just for today I will offer my hand in friendship
to another bereaved parent
for I do know how they feel.
Just for today when my heart feels like breaking,
I will stop and remember that grief is the price we pay for loving
and the only reason I hurt is because
I had the privilege of loving so much
Just for today I will not compare myself with others.
I am fortunate to be who I am
and have had my child for as long as I did.
Just for today I will allow myself to be happy,
for I know that I am not deserting her by living on.
Just for today I will accept that I did not die when my child did,
my life did go on,
and I am the only one who can make that life worthwhile once more.

(Something I need to try and do EVERYDAY)

4 comments:

Lisa said...

Love this - I needed that today. I saw someone who I used to work with and she is having her 2nd daughter in about a month. I'm so jealous that her 2nd daughter will more than likely live, and also it reminds me of myself about a year and a half ago.....sigh.

Anonymous said...

I know you often post poems here, and I came across this one tonight, and it made me think of you and Stella Grace. I don't know if you have heard it before, you may have, but I did want to share it, just in case. It is called "My Mom is a Survivor" by Kaye Des'Ormeaux.

My Mom is a Survivor

My mom is a Survivor,
Or so I have heard it said.

But I can hear her crying
When all others are in bed.

I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.

She doesn't know I'm with her
To help her understand.

But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...

I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.

She wears a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.

But through Heaven's open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes.

My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.

But to anyone who knows her
Knows it's her way to survive.

As I watch over my surviving mom
Through Heaven's open door....

I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.

I know that doesn't help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.

So, if you get a chance, talk to her...
And show her that you care.

For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels.

My surviving mom has a broken heart
That time won't ever heal.


I hope you don't mind that I shared this poem with you and your readers. The whole idea of openings in heaven just reminded me of the quote in the title of your blog.

- D

Crystal said...

Wow... I love this poem! Thank you for sharing!

KrystalK said...

~D, thank you for sharing that poem, it is beautiful <3

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