Day 4 ~ Capture Your Grief 2012

Sadie’s dress, bonnet, extra-small preemie diaper and blood pressure cuffs.

Day 4 ~ Capture Your Grief 2012 ~ Most Treasured Item: This one was hard for me. We have so few things that actually belonged to Sadie, but I keep all her things in a little box and those times where I need to “hold her,” I open her box. Those teeny tiny diapers and blood pressure cuffs get me every time. Again, to participate in this event or to view more pictures, visit CarlyMarie’s Facebook Event.

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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

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

Annual Memorial Picnic and Balloon Release

We invite you to join us for our 4th Annual Memorial Picnic and Balloon Release, June 22, 6 p.m. at Purcell Park in Harrisonburg, Shelter #2. See our June newsletter for information about the origin of this event and past balloon releases.
Drinks and table service provided. Bring a covered dish if you can. This is a time to share the love and memories of your child or children gone too soon. Families are welcome. We will have some biodegradable balloons, string and Sharpies to write messages to your child before we release them together.… Read the rest

Upcoming Event; count it all joy service and celebration

This is an event at Beaver Creek Church of the Brethren April 29, 6 p.m., that I wanted to extend to the child-loss community. The invitation is as follows…

Are you carrying a burden? Going through a trial? Based on James 1:2-4 and inspired by the many people in our lives that are facing difficulties, Beaver Creek Church of the Brethren is hosting a “Count it all Joy Service and Celebration.”… Read the rest

VA Tech; relating to tragedy

I remember randomly turning on the TV the morning of April 16, 2007. I was horrified by the news that was taking place before my eyes as the tragedy at VA Tech unfolded. I was home, babysitting a few children. To this day, I am not sure why I felt compelled to turn the news on that morning, something I rarely did when the children were around.

I was speechless. I was angry. I felt helpless. I could not relate.… Read the rest