Day 11 ~ Capture Your Grief 2012

My mom and my siblings have been wonderful support. From left to right: Andy, Ethel, Stephanie, mom, Amy, me, Jody and Shannon.

Mine and Lee’s families have always been wonderful support since we found out Sadie was a Little Person mid-pregnancy, through her brief life, her death and the founding and continuing of The Sadie Rose Foundation. Through it all, we’ve always known we could count on them (and their spouses) to be there for us. This photo is of me with my mom and my brothers and sisters. I also want to specifically thank my Aunt Edie and my cousin Loni who have been such great support as well as such great help to The Sadie Rose Foundation.… 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

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