There are plenty of us that have lost a child. A precious gift that we only get to hold for a short time ….. sometimes only minutes. Many don’t understand the mind numbing grief that overwhelms us. Or that we could have so much love, for a little person we never knew. But we do, we love totally and unconditionally ….. often with a fervour far beyond what we feel for our living children. Its like we have to pack a lifetime of love into those short precious minutes we have … perhaps it carries us through the years of pain that only comes from empty arms.
Happy birthday Isabeau ….. mummy misses you
I feel its important to talk about our lost angels ……. I think they must be all having a ball, wrecking havoc in gods garden …. patiently waiting for us. Friends hesitate, frightened to cause more hurt but they needn’t be. Isabeau is a constant ache, a dull pain that never goes away. I appreciate those that acknowledge her existence, because it means that she wasn’t just a failed pregnancy …… she was a child, much loved …. and sorely missed.  Every year I take the time to write something about her. In the rush of preparations for Xmas, its seems she is lost amongst the birthdays, wedding anniversary’s and presents.  Thankyou to those that think of her as well.
