I came across Missing Eliana, a blog of raw emotions from a mom who lost her two month old daughter, Eliana. I found a lot of comfort from reading her sentiments and her pain; I'm not alone. Here is one snippet from her post, Call Me Crazy, that put a new perspective on my grief for me.
When a child dies, there is so, so much that doesn’t make sense. The one thing that does, and the one thing that will last, even beyond the pain, is love. There is so much of it! It threatens to burst out of my chest when I think of her. I hear it pouring out in the letters from other parents living without their precious babies. It plasters the virtual walls of the grief forums. It comes choking out of the mouths at the support groups. It echos down the hallways of the hospitals. When you’re new to the grief, all you feel is the pain, but with a little distance, a little perspective, you can begin to see that it is all love. If we didn’t love so much, we wouldn’t grieve so hard, or so long. If that seems crazy to those who have never been through it, so be it. I’d rather be called crazy (or just plain wrong) than to give up any of the love I have for my child, even if that love is disguised as grief in the beginning. How crazy would that be?
Praying for you, Kelly. We love you!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Josh and Sharon! I covet all your prayers and love.ReplyDelete