Category: grief

Grief: misunderstanding to compassion

When I first witnessed her grief, I felt pity. In my youth and naivety, I somehow thought I could pray her grief away. How pious. How wrong. How antipathetic.

They Know Their Sister

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 our “Sadie Rose” friends By support meetings and remembrance ceremonies They…

Just Think!

My mom, with her sister/brother quartet, used to sing this poem in slow doleful harmony. A young girl on her lap, I would shiver at the very thought of Robert’s words as mom softly crooned in her low alto. I hum this to myself…

Living Hope in Death

Every time I attend funeral services for an Old Order Mennonite family member or friend, I wish those “outside” could experience their death rituals, rich with culture, community, and faith. The horse-drawn hearse and the four-part-harmony singing make me cry every time. This week…

Fear and Truth

Its tendons tighten ‘round her throat Fear’s icy fingers grip A lullaby in minor chord  Echoes from fear’s lips  Why isn’t she better? The words bounce ‘round Why is it taking so long? Did we do the right thing? Did we make the right…

When love and pain get physical 

I’ve started this post a hundred times and simply couldn’t get it out. It feels so vulnerable, but for others who need to learn these same lessons, I must share.  My husband, our children, and my mission through the Sadie Rose Foundation are, without a…

Doughnuts, Dwarfism, Adoption, Celebration, Memorium

Ten years. That’s how long it has been since we’ve held and kissed our sweet Sadie Rose hello and good-bye. In memory of her 10th birthday, we are inviting all who wish, to celebrate with us in a unique way. Most who know us…

“I’ll see you in the sunrise, Mommy”

I wrote those piece more than a month ago, but am just finding the courage to share. Writing has always been my therapy, and this piece brought tremendous healing as I imagined what Sadie might say to me from heaven.  “I’ll see you in…

The Scent of Grief

Liquid gold, drinking in the aroma of Gain laundry detergent, regular scent Inhaling deeply the month of June, sterile hospitals, funeral homes, and her, still covered with the fluid of my womb Whispers of family and friends on soft summer breezes, gathered fully together…

Grieving and healing together, as individuals

Often there are people around us who are also impacted by the source of our grief. Certainly our family and friends grieved in their own way for the death of our daughter. Looking back, I can see more clearly how each of them expressed…

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