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Capture Your Grief Day 5: Memory

Capture Your Grief Day 5 - Memory

Capture Your Grief Day 5 – Memory

When I think of my tiny boys, the first memories that come to mind are troubling.  I hate that the strongest memories I have of John Blaise and Alexander are both of that moment when I realized I was going to lose the baby, when my water broke prematurely.

I don’t want these memories to be my first and foremost.  I want the first thing I remember of both John and Alexander to be their perfect fingers and toes. Their little noses.  Those amazingly tiny fingernails. John’s ear the size of my pinky fingernail and surprisingly long legs. Alexander’s little frog legs and how he was born with his mouth open and a little old man expression.

But I’m not there yet.

So until I get there, I will take time to treasure the few photographs we have of each, to reinforce the memory of their beauty and the precious hours I held them.

To take part in #captureyourgrief for 2013 visit this link to get all of the information http://carlymarieprojectheal.com/2013/09/capture-your-grief-october-2013.html. To see the facebook event please click here https://www.facebook.com/events/735339813149251/

1 Comment

  1. October 7, 2013    

    Such beautiful little boys and yes, how very perfect they were. It’s always an awesome ~ in the deepest God-providing meaning of the word ‘awesome’ ~ reminder how perfectly formed our children are at such a young age in the womb. May your memories of those precious faces grow stronger and stronger every day.

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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