Day 8 ~ Capture Your Grief 2012

Sadie’s Jewelry

These two necklaces are so special to me. The small heart has Sadie’s name and date of birth/death on it. My mom gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago. Every year, mom gets me something special with Sadie’s name engraved or written on it. I know that among all her 26 grandchildren, two of which have passed away, she remembers our sweet Sadie. There is no better Christmas gift to this mother than to remember my baby with me. The second necklace was given to me by a dear sweet friend who has had three of her own babies die.… Read the rest

Day 6 ~ Capture Your Grief 2012

Words do not “fix” bereaved people! Loving them aids in the healing.

Sometimes I am left speechless at what people say. Other times, it is all I can do to restrain what I call “the spirit of slap” that consumes me when said instances occur. I wrote the following a few short months after our sweet Sadie Rose died…

Losing a child at whatever age in whatever circumstances is tragic for parents. As mourning families struggle to understand what just happened, well-meaning caring people say things in an effort to bring comfort.… Read the rest

Day 5 ~ Capture Your Grief 2012

Sadie’s stone is a beautiful memorial to her legacy.

Sadie’s stone has the Sadie Rose Foundation rose on the front and the name of the organization and our Scripture verse on the back. I love her stone, I love her place of rest, but it is so hard to spend time there. A cold hard tombstone cannot warm my mother’s heart or fill my empty arms. However, I am overcome with gratitude and love when I do visit, because someone regularly places flowers on her grave. It means so much to know that others are remembering our precious baby with us.… Read the rest

Day 3 ~ Capture Your Grief Project 2012

Photo after loss: Me lighting a candle for Sadie Rose at our annual candlelight ceremony.

Today’s “Capture Your Grief Project” photo suggestion was a photo after loss. I realized I have few photos of myself the year after Sadie died, so this is me lighting a candle in her memory at one of our Sadie Rose Foundation candlelight ceremonies. This photo is Day 3 for the Capture Your Grief Project 2012, initiated by CarlyMarie Project Heal. You are welcome to participate in this event too, even if you’ve missed the first few days.… Read the rest

Sadie Rose Volunteer/Interest Survey

We are so thankful for all the volunteers that help us continue to provide the support services we offer. Here is a brief survey to help us pair the right volunteers with the right opportunities. (We welcome ALL volunteers, whether you are a part of our support group or not.)

There are opportunities for those with limited time as well as larger projects such as spearheading an “Extreme Office Makeover” and coordinating events. We will provide you with everything you need to plan and coordinate and carry out. Thank you in advance for helping us help others!… Read the rest

Heaven is For Real; a personal confession

I first shared this blog in May of 2011 after reading this book.

The concept of heaven was never foreign to me. I was raised in a religion where you were taught not to live for this world, but for heaven alone. And the heaven you were living for was far greater than “any eye has seen or ear has heard or human mind has conceived.” (1 Corinthians 2:9) I was cool with that.

Throughout my youth, I lost both sets of grandparents, numerous aunts, uncles, cousins and friends and was completely at peace, and maybe even a little jealous, that they had obtained the very thing I was living for before I did.… Read the rest

They Know Their Sister

They Know Their Sister

By Regina Cyzick Harlow

June 20, 2012

 

They know their sister by tear-stained photographs

By a worn-out guestbook from her funeral service

They know her by playing in a cemetery

Around a cold hard tombstone

They know their sister by pink stripes in mommy’s hair

“It’s for Sadie,” I tell them

They know their sister by our “Sadie Rose” friends

They know her by support groups, ceremonies and meetings

They know their sister by the faraway look in mommy’s eyes

By the silences, the tears, the whispers of her name

They know her by the scent of a flower

By a butterfly’s soft-winged flight

They know their sister by the cloud’s silver lining

And by the stars that light the night

How I wish they could play with her, hold her hand,

Kiss her goodnight

But they are content knowing her in this way

Always looking for reminders of her presence

And, as only children can, they accept that this is how they know her

And they love her, just as they know her… Read the rest