5 days ago by Bereaved Parents of the USA2017 Annual Gathering Conference5 days ago Dawn Smith 1
Rosemarie Smith5 days ago Rosemarie Smith
Hmm... 🤔🤔 Will have to look into this.5 days ago Bereaved Parents of the USA
Michelle Logan -- We're sorry you won't be joining us -- we have a great lineup of speakers and workshop presenters. Maybe next year...5 days ago Michelle Logan
I so want to go this year, but already registered for TCF, can't afford both, so close together.
1 week ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAFrom the very beginning of my GRIEF, I somehow knew that I needed to chronicle the heart-wrenching pain that was searing inside of me; to release it and record it on paper was the only thing that made sense to me... At first my thoughts came out in bits and pieces -- short sentences, jumbled words of intense PAIN... Over time I started writing to Michael and this gave me an incredible sense of peace. I wrote to him all the things I wish I had said to him; I talked to him as if he were still here with me and somehow this helped me to realize that he (his essence, his energy, his spirit) actually was still with me... I also started saving poems and articles written by other bereaved parents that I found online and added them to my journal... Even today, when I'm having a bad day, I go back and reread my journals to remind myself how it was back then, to honor my pain and anguish, to remember how broken I was and to feel grateful for my journey to wholeness again... my fervent wish is that all my fellow grieving parents find the same PEACE that has settled within my heart. Kathy Corrigan1 week ago Patricia Tucker
1 week ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAMOTHER’S DAY MANIFESTO
By Dr. Joanne Cacciatore I am a mother. I am a bereaved mother. My child died, and this is my reluctant path. It is not a path of my choice, but it is a path I must walk mindfully and with intention. It is a journey through the darkest night of my soul and it will take time to wind through the places that scare me. Every cell in my body aches and longs to be with my beloved child. On days when grief is loud, I may be impatient, distracted, frustrated, and unfocused. I may get angry more easily, or I may seem hopeless. I will shed many tears. I won’t smile as often as my old self. Smiling hurts now. Most everything hurts some days, even breathing. But please, just sit beside me. Say nothing. Do not offer a cure. Or a pill, or a word, or a potion. Witness my suffering, and don't turn away from me. Please be gentle with me. And I will try to be gentle with me too. I will not ever "get over" my child's death so please don’t urge me down that path. Even on days when grief is quiescent, when it isn't standing loudly in the foreground, even on days when I am able to smile again, missing her is just beneath the surface. There are days when I still feel paralyzed. My chest feels the sinking weight of my child’s absence and, sometimes, I feel as if I will explode from the grief. There are days when I barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore. Grief is as personal to me as my fingerprint. Don't tell me how I should or shouldn’t be grieving or that I should or shouldn’t “feel better by now.” Don't tell me what's right or wrong. I'm doing it my way, in my time. If I am to survive this, I must do what is best for me. My understanding of life will change and a different meaning of life will slowly evolve. What I knew to be true or absolute about the world has been challenged so I'm finding my way, moment-to-moment in this new place. Things that once seemed important to me are barely thoughts any longer. I notice suffering more- hungry children, the homeless and the destitute, a mother’s harsh voice toward her young child- or an elderly person struggling with the door. There are so many things about the world which I now struggle to understand: Why do children die? Answerless questions do exist. So please don’t tell me that “God has a plan” for me. This, my friend, is between me and my God. Those platitudes slip far too easily from the mouths of those who tuck their own child into a safe, warm bed at night. As time passes, I may gain insights or even gifts; but anything gained was far too high a cost when compared to what was lost. Perhaps, one day, when I am very, very old, I will say that time has truly helped to heal my broken heart. But always remember that not a second of any minute of any hour of any day passes when I am not aware of the presence of my child's absence, no matter how many years lurk over my shoulder. Don’t forget to say, “How are you really feeling this Mother’s Day?” Don’t forget that even if I have living children, my heart still aches for the one who is not here —for I am never quite complete without my child. My child may have died; but my love - and my motherhood - never will.”1 week ago Ann L. Kelly 1
🙏1 week ago Kelly Beightol 1
We are one. So true.may my kids read this this.they lost a brother and I don't know what to say.thank you.live!!1 week ago Debby Doyle 1
Thank you for this poem. So very true1 week ago Sharon Gentile 1
So very true. Thank you. Sharing 💖1 week ago Maria Coyle 1
So true1 week ago Lauren Zuckerman 1
So true1 week ago Angie Liebrock-Rinz 1
Jules, thank you for sharing this and for sharing your feelings, memories, struggles. So many of us don't know what to offer to help you thru each day... every day I try to think of a way to reach out to you and let you know that I'm thinking of you, wanting to be there for you to lean on...or not....to listen or sit in complete quiet...whatever is needed, I want you to know that I want to help. I've read so many responses on your post, most are supportive... those that aren't I pray that they one day realize this is your journey... and you are the one that is living it. Every day I try to take in something from you and learn from it... Kyle's life and death have made me see that the little things that get under my skin need to be cast aside and my focus needs to remain on the blessings in front of me. So again thank you, thank you for allowing us in. I love you my friend. 💕1 week ago Kristi Frost 1
I know your loss goes so much deeper and further beyond what is written here. My thoughts, prayers, and love are with you always my young sweet funny friend.❤1 week ago Ruby Mills 1
Hugs and Love !!6 days ago Carol Wilken Mottler
Mother's Day and his birthday are the two hardest days of the year. Both days are just about him and me. I was pregnant with him when I was 16 and he was my only child. I had not even begun to live my life bed ok re I was already a Mom. He lived a mile from me and we attended the same church and even had the same doctor and vet. His life and mine have been intertwined forever. I even put a Mother's Day card from him on my table. I miss him so much!
1 week ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAThis is a wonderful compilation of thoughts, feelings and practical advice for grieving mothers on Mother's Day...
https://whatsyourgri...rieving-a-child/1 week ago Brenda English 2
Ive buried 2 children and not a day goes by that I dont grieve their passing.1 week ago Frank Tina D'Aquanno 1
The last day I saw my son alive was Mother's Day 11 years ago. I have the beautiful memory of the love in his eyes and smile on his face when he gave me a dozen red roses. Miss him so much!!!!!1 week ago Pat Sherwood 1
Mothers day 1987 - Anthony, 9, leaves on his bike. 10 minutes later, A wind, a warm wind goes thru me. .... Something has happened.
26 years later....
…and so I got to the bins. The clear bins with blue tops. Been here, done this, many times. The toys……..g.i. joe plane, lunchboxes, coconut carved monkey head, ice cream stick bowl, cub scout patches & workbooks…….ok, move this one here, move that one there. What is that in that bin? Hmm, looks like my old sewing basket. What the heck is it doing in these bins? Open. Yep, that’s it, my sewing basket. Let me take it out of here, doesn’t belong with these. So I lift it, looking to where I’m going to place, put it down, then I turn back to put the blue lid back on. His coat lies there. The little jean jacket with grey sections. So small. It lies there. Un used….. going on 26 years. Yesterday. Is now. Again. I pick it up, hold it close, smell it; no, his smell is gone now. Long gone. It all comes back. Flooding my sight. You would be a man now, yet you will always be nine, wearing this little jacket. Stop. Put the lid back. Don’t look anymore. Stop remembering. Move on. Make sure your kids wear helmets.1 week ago Bereaved Parents of the USA 1
Heartbreaking words flowing from your heart. Sending hugs...1 week ago Ann L. Kelly
🙏1 week ago Mary Ellen Plant Schopper
So beautiful and true as I sit here crying while reading this. This is the validation that I needed today of all days, to know that I'm not alone....And yet in knowing that, sad that other moms know the same. I know you bereaved moms understand what I'm trying to say. Love to you all out there!❤ 🌹
1 week ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAIt's that kind of a night as we anticipate Mother's Day without our children...
https://www.youtube....ch?v=cibbEucgJNk1 week ago Sara Yenter 1
My first Mothers Day without my son being here to send me one of his unique cards and a perfect "Love you Mom". I miss him every day.1 week ago Patricia Tucker
💚😥1 week ago Susan Davis
You are in my thoughts always ❤️❤️1 week ago Suzanne DeGeer Larmore
This has always been one of my favorite songs. Now, it has new meaning...😥💛💛1 week ago Tabitha Lazaro
My first mothers day and my husband graduates with his masters. Breaks my heart she cant physically be there to show her daddy how proud she is1 week ago Dianne Samuel
Hugs Sara 🌈1 week ago Angie Leddy
Also senior graduation and angelversary after 23 months. Geez...
2 weeks ago by Bereaved Parents of the USABirthdays and Mother's Day all in one week! Reflecting back on raising 3 boys... All three of my boys are true blessings... for certain we grew up together; they taught me so much about unconditional love, acceptance and patience and they taught me the importance of finding humor in the most difficult of circumstances. They convinced me to choose carpeting that was the color of dirt so their muddy tracks wouldn't show; they taught me how to hold worms without flinching and that bugs are very cool to look at under a magnifying glass. They also taught me that "spinach noodle bake" should never, ever again be served for dinner in their lifetimes. And, with unwavering logic. they finally convinced me that when the one and only bathroom is occupied, it was OK to pee outside! I was blessed by a thousand hugs and kisses and hundreds of dandelion bouquets and countless requests for linguini and clam sauce for dinner. I didn't know then how much I would miss those times when one of them would crawl into bed with us interrupting our sleep because they had a bad dream...nor did I know then how much I would long for the noise, the messy house, the laughter, the joyful chaos of mothering three boys... And the biggest blessing of all -- that they would grow up to be such wonderful men who are still teaching me about life!! Including one angel who continues to teach me from the other side... Writtten by Kathy Corrigan2 weeks ago Kathleen Edgar Martin 1
Beautifully written and absolutely true.each and ever moment is a blessing.2 weeks ago Lisa Stargel Brooks
Very true and well said. Hugs.
2 weeks ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAMother's Day Just Isn't The Same Anymore 💔
2 weeks ago by Bereaved Parents of the USABPUSA is expanding our offerings for and about siblings at this year's Gathering Conference in the Washington D.C. area the weekend of August 4-6. Bereaved siblings...bereaved parents with surviving children...we hope you will participate. Read the attached description (2 pages) of all we have planned for adult siblings, teen siblings, children 8-12, and parents who have surviving children. Join us and take part in this community of sharing and support.2 weeks ago Kathy Jenkins Corrigan 1
So many offerings for Bereaved siblings (and parenting grieving siblings) Good job Sarah!!
2 weeks ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAMay our siblings always know how much we cherish them... especially on Mother's Day...2 weeks ago Ln Mac
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so well said- thank you💙2 weeks ago Kathy Colwell
Touching2 weeks ago Carol Ann DeVito
Thank you for finding my words.2 weeks ago Ara Bella
Becky Espinoza ❤❤❤2 weeks ago Katrina Bond
Beautiful 💜💙❤️2 weeks ago J Shawn Potter
Beautiful2 weeks ago Judy A Traynor
Beautiful2 weeks ago Rene Sexton
2 weeks ago by Bereaved Parents of the USAMY BABYGIRL HAS BEEN RESTING SINCE JANUARY 22, 2000, THE HARDEST DAY OF MY LIFE, OLIVIA J. HILL😇, MY DAUGHTER, LOVE AND MISS HER SO MUCH AND FOR ME NOT EVER HEARING HER CRY IS STILL HARD FOR ME, 17 YEARS LATER I NOW HAVE 4 GRAND CHILDREN 1 BOY AND 3 GIRLS AND 1 ONE ON THE WAY IN AUGUST, I FEEL SOO BLESSED BECAUSE EVEN THO SHE NOT WITH ME PHYSICAL, I HAVE 3 BEAUTIFUL N LOVING GRANDDAUGHTERS THAT FILL MY HEART WITH JOY N SO I SAY THAT TO SAY THIS, HE MAY HAVE TAKEN HER BUT BLESSDED ME STILL WITH MORE, BY ALL MEANS NOT A REPLACEMENT JUST RAYS OF SUNSHINE AND JOY TO HELP FILL THE VOID, I'M THANKFUL N GRATEFUL FOR MY OTHER CHILDREN SON 35 N DAUGHTER 26 WHOM HAS BEEN MY REASONS TO KEEP GOING, WHEN TIMES WERE ROUGH❤❤, SO TO YOU ALL FEELING THAT VOID, YOU'RE. IN MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS 🙏🙏 #STILLBLESS #ALLPRAYUPANDTHANKFUL