"You get what you pay for, but I just had no intention of living this way." -Counting Crows

Why We're Here...

My husband David and I delivered a stillborn Baby Boy that we loved, and wanted. Our first and only son, Logan, had Down Syndrome. Our daughter's smile is a little light in the darkness. She turned one year old three days after our sweet Logan tip-toed away on January 24, 2009. After 2 1/2 years we found out we were having another baby, whom we affectionatly called Rudy. Just shy of 6 weeks we found out Rudy was Ectopic. Rudy was surgically removed on May 26, 2011 delivering another blow to our already broken hearts.


Remembering a poem by Elizabeth Dent

I stole this off of Barb's blog! Thanks for postinig it Barb...you're right...it does say it all:

Remembering
by Elizabeth Dent

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one who died you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further,
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine."
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.

Barbs blog: http://barbaraboucher.blogspot.com

4 comments:

Barbara said...

It says everything I wanted to say to those around me who practically ignored the loss of my son.

xxx

Anonymous said...

beautiful and exactly how I feel xx

Anonymous said...

Dear Heather, I am so sorry that you didn't get to keep your two precious babies--Logan and Ben. They are in heaven with our Michael Benjamin Dent. Yes, I am Elizabeth Dent who wrote this poem, "Remembering." I'm so glad it is helping you and others who read it. I wrote it after a neighbor, who knew Michael had died, didn't even mention him. It broke my heart. Only a mom who has experienced this can understand. I pray for healing each day for you on your journey of grief. May God wrap His comforting arms around you. <3

Unknown said...

My grandson was born at 22 weeks and your poem is exactly how his mom and dad are feeling. I've shared so people know its OK to talk about Oliver, I hope that's OK with you, your poem is a blessing

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