Valentine’s Coffee

Just a reminder of our special monthly coffee, Thursday, February 14, 2013, 10 a.m. – noon at our office. Coffee, tea and light refreshments provided. For those who want to connect with other bereaved families. Our office address is 206 Main Street Dayton, VA 22821. If you have any questions, email regina@sadierosefoundation.org or call or text 540-810-4351. We hope to see you there.… 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

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