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To Grieving Parents Everywhere
When We Remember
When the snow falls and silence drifts in white across the earth,
We remember their Joy, the glad cries that broke the hush of
fresh Winter.
When the family gathers, caught in wonderment around the Thanksgiving
table or the Holiday tree, we remember THEIR excitement, the
anticipation that was impossible to contain.
When the sun sets and Christmas lights sparkle and shine to challenge
the night, we remember their tired but glowing faces, alight in a
thrill of happiness that made our day.
When we remember, we feel afresh that brightness, that energy, and we
smile...and we cry.
For what was, for what can never be again.
In our remembering, we are parents..hurting, healing,gathering our
strength and our passion to live once more. To destroy an endless
night with the sun and starlit joys of the Past, forging our memories
into the promise of a new and different dawn...a reinvestment in Life
itself...even without our child.
For we have loved, love still, and have been loved in return.
Our memories tell us, our intellect compells us, ultimately, to answer
our child's Love with our own unending Love showing through the
quality and commitment of our own lives that both loves have enriched
us beyond measure.
May the holidays, for all their sorrow and all their pain, help each
of us to build anew our lives, using our joys from the Past to create
a new day where sorrow, though never gone, no longer governs our every
waking hour.
Written by Don Hackett
featured in the December Compassionate Friends Newsletter
You can barely see the baby bear above, but like our children who have
died, he is not far from her heart..look closer.
Love and Thanks to my POS friends!
from Julia, Mom of Kenneth
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