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Friday, 26 April 2013

Lindsey: White Signs of Grief - We Need Your Sign



After the death of my daughter to stillbirth at 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant with her, I was immersed in grief and shock, but most of all, I felt alone.  I thought "Your children are not supposed to die before you; they are not supposed to die before they are even born."  I initially thought no one could understand my pain, but then the sympathy cards came in and people started to reveal their own deep pain and silent losses to me.  Losses that were kept secret.  Losses I felt like I should have known about.  Miscarriages, late term pregnancy loss, stillbirth, SIDs, cancer, playground accidents, drunk driving, and more.


I wanted to know why it seemed that everyone keep their grief a secret, why didn't I know about these childless mothers, fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, and family members?  I decided I needed to see their faces, to connect, to hear their advice, their words of truth about the pain and the anguish, just as much as I wanted to hear their thoughts about hope and love they still feel for their deceased child. That is why I started White Signs of Grief. It's a place to honor your child who has left this earth too soon while sharing your words of wisdom about the grief journey after child loss in effort to give permission to others to grieve openly and honestly while still living.


It's a tough journey we are on as mothers, fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, and friends who know the pain of living with a forever whole in our hearts left by children we will not get the chance to see grow.  It is important for us as grieving family members to know there are others who have traveled the path before us and have made it out the other side.  Maybe they are different now, but they are still holding on, still living, and still honoring their children who have passed too soon by helping others with their wise words.  Giving permission for us to grieve, maybe for the rest of our lives.


So If you are a grieving mom, dad, grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, sister, brother, friend, or other family member to a child that has died too soon, we invite you to share your 'white sign of grief' with others at www.whitesignsofgrief.blogspot.com or e-mail your photo to whitesignsofgrief@gmail.com.  You can also like us on Facebook.  We look forward to seeing your face and your words of hope and truth about your grief journey after child loss in an effort to heal our own grief and help heal others through our words and faces.

I look forward to seeing your sign.

May peace find your heart,

Lindsey Henke


Saturday, 13 April 2013

Lindsey: Transformed by Grief


©Priya Saihgal

I have evolved.
My grief has transformed me.
Like a caterpillar I have become a butterfly.

I anticipated this transformation.
But transformation into the joys of motherhood,
Not by the death of my child.

Nora’s birthday was her death day,
And my rebirth.

I live my life for my daughter now.
Not in the way I had planned in attending to her every need,
Resulting in sleepless nights and dirty diapers.
But by embracing the beauty of the little things.

The complexity of the snowflake.
The power of the written word.
The fragility of the butterfly wings.
The comfort of a cup of tea and warm blanket.
The kiss of the sunlight against my face.

By embracing the beauty of the little things,
I have broadened the horizon of my understanding of this world
And thus have been transformed.

I realize that my daughter will never be able to experience this world’s splendor
And I have pledged to take it in for her.
To live the life she will not be privileged to.

My eyes see more clearly now
The magnificence of the earth.
It’s as if my eyes are hers
Taking in the world for the first time,
As only a new soul can do.

My grief at times still clouds my vision,
But then something inside reminds me to appreciate this life.
Maybe it’s Nora showing me the world through her baby eyes,
Through her pure soul.

So I will accept my transformation.
I will embrace the new light that shines from within
And burns with a passion to live life to the fullest.

Like the caterpillar who turns into a butterfly,
I will embrace my new form
In order to spread my wings and fly.

~Still Breathing…Lindsey

To read more of Lindsey's story visit - www.stillbornandstillbreathing.com

To see more of Lindsey's friend Priya Saihgal’s photography please visit http://www.flickr.com/photos/30247062@N03/