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Worth It
I’ve been thinking a lot, as most of us have been, about the people lost in the flood in Texas. Especially the young girls who were at the camp when the river level rose so quickly and swept children away. As a mother who has lost a child, I know the pain, abject grief, and…
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What Could Have Been
Last week I wrote about the matriarchs of my childhood. The women of my mother’s and grandmothers’ generations who set the example of how to be a good wife, mother, and friend. Many of these women lived long lives. My grandmother lived to be 95. My dear friends’ mother who passed away recently was 91.…
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Matriarchs
Recently some dear friends of mine lost their mother. Our families have been friends for multiple generations. We grew up in a rural Southern town of 500 people where everyone knew everyone. If an adult spoke to a child, that child responded with ma’am or sir. If you needed help you could go to the…
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Rites of Passage
According to merriam-webster.com a rite of passage is: A ritual, event, or experience that marks or constitutes a major milestone of change in a person’s life. Rites of passage have been acknowledged in many cultures throughout the world and for thousands of years. They may vary in how they are celebrated, but almost all of…
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Afraid
When God tells us not to be afraid, it’s not a rebuke or an admonition. It’s reassurance. When I was a child and I had a nightmare, I would run to my parents’ bedroom, or they would come to mine and comfort me. They would pick me up or stroke my cheek and gently tell…
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Talk About Her
It’s a cliché to say that men don’t want to talk about their emotions. But, behind every cliché is at least a smidge of truth. I know it applies to my husband. He wants to be strong and the protector of our family. He doesn’t like to see anyone get upset, frightened, or sad. Now…
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Daddy’s Girl
I’ve written several times about my father. In fact, one of my first blog posts in 2022 was about him, titled “What’s In your Pocket?”. With Father’s Day coming up this Sunday, I can’t help but reminisce about him again. I’m an admitted daddy’s girl even though he’s gone to Heaven and I’m 65. Fathers…
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That’s Life
My friend Melanie, who is also a bereaved mother, has a website titled The Life I Didn’t Choose. That title is a perfect encapsulation of how life feels when you lose a child. It also reflects the feelings of many people about the twists and turns they’ve encountered in life. Life doesn’t always follow our…
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Family
What is a family? Traditionally family is defined as your close “blood” relatives. People who are direct descendants of a man and a woman as far back in your ancestry that you can trace. People who are interested in their heritage often have made a hobby of genealogy and have traced their family roots back…
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Used To It
A frequent and poignant question that newly bereaved parents ask is “how do I get used to this life without my child in it?”. That’s often followed by “I don’t want to get used to it. It’s not the way life is supposed to be.”. It’s true that child loss is abnormal. Parents are not…
A Light for My Path
Carrying the torch for bereaved parents.
“Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path.” Psalm 119:105
Why I’m Here
It feels impossible that I have lived for more than eight years now (ed. 2025) without one of my children in my life. Yet, here I am. And, here I will be for however many more years I have in this world.
I’ve learned a lot in these ensuing years. Some lessons I didn’t want to learn and some I wouldn’t have learned any other way than through losing Rachel. I would give anything to have remained ignorant. I have learned that losing a child changes you fundamentally, just as becoming a parent does. I have learned that those changes can be hard on relationships. That members of the same family will grieve differently, and we have to give each other grace. That deep and lasting grief can be frightening or uncomfortable to others. That some of those others will pull away. That many more others will stand beside you even when your changed self is hard to be around, awkward, talking too much, silent, laughing inappropriately, or crying uncontrollably.
What doesn’t change is God’s grace and mercy. He is here in the midst of the deepest grief. His Spirit groans for us when we don’t know what to pray. And, in my case, He led me to a wonderful group of other hurting hearts who shared their loss experiences, their faith struggles, and their recognition that though we grieve, we grieve with hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13).
I’ve decided that just maybe I’ve attained enough life lessons to be of some help to other grieving parents. To that end, I launched this blog site and a companion Facebook page. They are open to all, but the target audience is parents who have lost a child and those who love and want to support them. My posts reflect my Christian beliefs and will follow Biblical principles. I welcome questions, comments, humor, soul-baring, vulnerability, doubt, strength, and support.
Laura 3/28/2022
We are all just walking each other home.
Ram Dass
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