No holiday from grief

As Halloween approaches, I am thinking of all the strings of holidays that are coming up that I have to face without Angel here.  Halloween, Christmas, New Years, my birthday....

 

At this point I am not too excited about any of it.  Frankly at this point I'd rather just skip them.  I ran across this article and it really rang true.  There is no holiday from grief and if anything holidays remind me she is not here.

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No holiday from grief
by Robbie Miller Kaplan

The holidays are upon us and while many of us revel in the joy family traditions bring, for those grieving a loss, the holidays can hold little joy.

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So what should we do for those we care about mourning a loss? Do we send cards? Buy gifts? Try to cheer them up?

For starters, it’s important to understand that grief is very individual and runs its own course. It’s not something anyone can control and the bereaved need to mourn their loss at their own pace and in their own time. Holidays are a particularly difficult time because absences are acutely felt and holidays, with established traditions, demonstrate how much life has changed.

One reader, whose family hosted a holiday meal for friends, continued the tradition the first year after his spouse’s death. But he found it too painful and accepted an invitation the next year, changing the way his family celebrated the holiday. Another reader who traditionally hosted the family holidays decided to leave town for the first holiday after her spouse’s death. Instead of taking care of the family with dinner and presents, she went to a spa and let someone take care of her. It gave her the space to recharge and rethink her role in her family and by the second year, she was ready to create new family traditions.

Your support, especially during the holidays, is important. While cards and gifts are thoughtful, your companionship might be the best gift of all. It’s helpful to initiate a discussion and ask the bereaved what traditional activities they’d like to participate in and what they might be comfortable doing. But only ask if you are willing to make changes to accommodate their feelings. They might like to stick with traditions or, they might like to create new ones. You’ll never know unless you ask.

Spoken word blog round-up TWO

I am excited to post my very first video blog, as part of my participation in the "Spoken Word Blog roundup Two" that Angie is doing at Still Life With Circles.

The idea is to read one of your blog posts, poems, or written word pieces aloud for a camera, post it, and link up with Angie and the other bloggers. So here goes!

My Molly bear

I don't think this post needs much description, the photos will say it all, but after waiting over a year I received my Molly bear on Friday. I love it. I can't explain it but to hold something that is roughly the same size and exact weight of Angel in my arms is so emotional, so precious and so bittersweet.
They have over 2000 bears waiting to be made right now. I plan to make a monetary donation to Molly bears, in Angel's memory.

October 15th

October 15th was international pregnancy and infant loss awareness day. All across the world at 7pm, parents lit candles for their babies gone too soon.

My friend Jackie helped organize a candlelight vigil at trillium hospital and it was a beautiful ceremony. The hospital staff spoke and read some poems. Jackie also gave an amazing speech. It was a good size group of us and there were parents there that were 2 months out from their loss and some that were 10 years out.

The father who lost his daughter 10 years ago spoke, and one thing he said was that he wished he had tried to talk about, and deal with his grief, earlier on. He said that he thought it would get easier as time passed but in fact for him it has gotten harder and he thought part of that was because he didn't deal with the grief.

Jackie also talked about in her speech that no matter how many years pass or how many other children she has, she will always cry for Oscar.

Hearing this just reinforces for me that this is in fact a life long journey. I am so glad that I have made dear friends to share this path with. We need the support and understanding. This is what these events are all about for me. A place to remember our sky babies.

After the formal parts of the ceremony were over they offered for all of us to come up and speak our child's names and I went up to say Angels name and birthday. I was worried I might not be able to get the words out but I did and it was a special moment. She was real and deserves to be remembered.

Another couple went up to speak about their daughter that was stillborn this past August and the father could barely speak without breaking down....my heart broke for them because I remember those early days. You are like the walking dead. It is hard to speak and express anything through the raw pain.

The hospital staff also gave out a small heart stone to each of us, a small token to hold on to, to remember our babies. I will carry it with me.

It was a special night and one I won't soon forget.

A Hungarian love song

Today we went to a party for Jeff's papa that turned 90. The whole family was there and the kiddies were running around.... All but one that is missing. These events are still hard for me. She is missing and it breaks my heart. I put on a strong face but the tears break through once I have some privacy to let it out. I feel like no one remembers and yet that everyone remembers. I feel like I have to act normal for the sake of the party and not ruin anyone's time. I feel that people look at me with pity or strangely when I play with or hold the kiddies. I feel on Display. The one who lost her baby.

At the same time I try to live in the moment and be present to try to enjoy the family time. I just miss her and wish she could be here.

Jeff's Ama read this poem to papa... It made me think of her....

No one loves you like I do
No one kisses you like I do
No one has waited for you
No one has asked for you
No one has loved you like I do

Every flower that blooms
Blooms from my love
And this love will last forever
Every song sings only of my love
Because how I love you
No one else can love you

Fall

Fall still makes me think of Angel. Probably because of her due date, and the early weeks of grief...I can't help but be taken back to last year at this time. It was a horrible time. In a lot of ways it was a string of days put together where I was just trying to make it through the day.
And yet here we are a year later and it still hurts. I can't make the pain go away entirely. I know I have come to terms but I still have moments of anger and sadness, I still wish things could be different.

I will hold you again