We are looking forward to our grief retreat this Saturday. Although registration is closed, if you planned to attend and didn’t get registered in time, please contact Regina at 540-810-0307 and we should be able to include you.
We have added a new monthly miscarriage support meeting and a new monthly adult only support meeting. We also have a new location for our bereaved family support meeting and are planning an Extreme Office Makeover. Read all about it in our March newsletter. Click HERE to access the newsletter or go to our website and click on the newsletter tab.… Read the rest
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
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
I’ve come to love and even look for life’s little surprises that remind me of our sweet Sadie Rose.
Every spring since she passed away, Lee and I have purchased an Easter lily in Sadie’s memory. Every year, I enjoy its fragrance, beauty and presence— and then find myself sadly reminiscent when it died.… Read the rest
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