Somebody’s Everything
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There are two little souls that have had an enormous impact on my life, two people that I wouldn’t be the same without, two people I never even met. I’d like to talk about something that most of us don’t even want to think about. Today, many of you will be unaware, is an International Day of Hope. A day for parents who have experienced the unimaginable, the death of a child. For people who have never experienced such a lose it is hard to imagine, and our instincts may be to avoid the issue altogether. It’s easier not to dwell on it and just hope to god that you will never have to. But for the grieving parents this lack of acknowledgement only rubs salt into an already gaping wound.
I know I will speak to my children about Paisley and Ari, two beautiful angels that were taken much, much too soon. Their mummies are without a doubt the most amazing, inspiring people I have ever met. I am in constant awe of them. If you know some one who has experienced the lose of a child, no matter how long they have been living with the grief, don’t be afraid to speak to them about it in the fear that you will say something wrong. Nothing could be more wrong or more hurtful than saying nothing. Don’t be afraid to say the child’s name. Because they had a name, they were a person, they were (and are) somebody’s everything. They deserve to be acknowledged.
“August 19th is a day to break down the walls of society that keep
pregnancy, infant and child loss a hush hush subject. People view the death of
a baby as just a sad thing that happened. These babies that die are not sad
things that happen. They are people, much loved and wanted children. They are
brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, grandsons and granddaughters.” ~Carly
Marie Dudley~
pregnancy, infant and child loss a hush hush subject. People view the death of
a baby as just a sad thing that happened. These babies that die are not sad
things that happen. They are people, much loved and wanted children. They are
brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, grandsons and granddaughters.” ~Carly
Marie Dudley~
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a beautiful post honouring two precious little souls xx
Oh, tears are streaming down my face, for so long I could not speak of the babies my body could not carry to full term. Babies who I loved, yet felt as if I failed them.
I'm so, so sorry for your lose. I think miscarriage is something people should really be more sensitive towards. For some reason I find people are particularly dismissive of it, as if you shouldn't be as upset if you didn't carry a baby to full term. It's ridiculous really. They were still your children and you are still their mummy no matter what. And there is nothing more devastating than losing a child.
oh boy you got me in tears xxx