I’m feeling rather unsettled right now. In a new kind of limbo, an in between place. Now life goes on. Now life continues. 'That’s it? It just continues? Just goes on, business as usual, except that I’m completely transformed in the middle of a world that hasn’t really changed much at all?' ...Yup.
Read MoreThe loving and missing of my son will never get “better.” It’s easier to live with these days, chronic, not acute. Integrated, part of me, part of the fabric of my life and my family. As eight demonstrated, there are flareups. Which is ok. This is not a condition from which I ever hoped to “recover.” Because after all, we don’t stop loving someone just because they die.
Read MorePlease join me in welcoming Jo-Anne as Glow's new forum moderator. In her own words: "Two years ago, I felt truly lost. I listened to people tell me how I would get over this and have more children, this just days, even hours, after we found out Zia had died and I felt ready to just give up. I kept shutting further down because there was truly no one around me who seemed to understand the depth of my loss and that it was not as simple as everyone thought it was..."
Read MoreWe are honored today to have a guest post from Robyn, Owen's mummy, of The Heart Sees Clearly. She writes: "I present to you my new definition of strength, as it applies to my grieving heart: The ability to carry on one minute and allow yourself to fall apart the next. The willingness to make yourself vulnerable, to be honest with your emotions, to cry and scream when you need to. The capacity to feel joy without guilt. The selfless act of taking on the suffering so your child does not have to. The power to let go, when all you want to do is hold on, when all you want is one more cuddle. To live, knowing your child will always be with you in your heart."
Read MoreWe have had these pauses before, but none as long as this. I rub my fingertips together and feel that chalky residue, the contamination of Death. It is this, I guess. I am the face of Death. She is pregnant. No one wants those two to mix.
Read MoreRaahi never came here. She was a dream I had secretly cherished in so many homes, and a reality in the previous house, as she grew in my ripened belly. Then she became absent. This was the first house Raahi should have lived in. And this was the first space that her absence filled. Which place do you associate with your earliest grief, and why? Have you had to leave that space? If so, what did you feel? If not, how would you feel if you had to move?
Read MoreBereaved parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion, and the other side of getting through this mess called grief.
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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
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