My prayer for the heartbroken mothers.
by littlemissfuneral
I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about Mother’s Day. And my amazing mom. And those who don’t have moms. And I thought;
If you lose a spouse you’re a widow.
If you lose your parents you’re an orphan.
If you lose a child you’re…what?
We don’t have a name for it. We don’t know what to call it. The idea of losing a child is so foreign and horrendous that we don’t want to acknowledge the fact that it could happen. That our children can die.
My heart breaks just writing that statement, because I’ve buried those children. I’ve buried the babies that couldn’t survive outside of their mother’s womb. I’ve buried those children whose mother’s looked at me with their aged eyes. The mother’s who need their walker to make it up to their child’s casket to say one final goodbye.
Because it doesn’t matter if your baby is eight or eighty.
I wish I had words that could help those mothers. I wish that I could take their pain away. This Mother’s Day, I pray that mom’s who have lost a child feel nothing but peace. Death cannot take away our memories and it does not diminish our love. And when you feel alone on this holiday, remember you have a beautiful angel watching over you.
You created life. And whether that life brought light that was as fragile of the flicker of a candle or as powerful as the sun, our world was less dark because of that life. Thank you to all of the mothers out there. And to those whose hearts hurt even more today, your babies are not forgotten. May your hearts be filled with the light of your child this Mother’s Day.
little miss funeral 
My grandmother gave birth to 16 children and five of them preceded her in death. When my dad died, she said to her other children, “Don’t ever do this to me again.” They listened. She lived another six years but didn’t have to bury another child.
Such sweet thoughts. Thank you.
How beautiful.
Another excellent post…thank you and keep up the good work!
Sorry that I am a little late coming to the table, Lauren… On this last Friday, my parents celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Before adopting me, they experienced seven mis-carriages and still births. My mother still talks about those experiences…from the 1950’s. They never forget, which is one reason I just can’t get my arms around the “abortion thing”
Great post….RJV
This touched me so much. I feel completely awful for forgetting to at least give my grandmother a call and acknowledge she was the great woman who brought my passed on Father to this world. In a twist I suspect he was eager to end his journey here before me because I can remember several times he had to contemplate with the idea if having to bury me and I certainly would not be prepared to do that with my own children. No parent should have to go through the grief of burying their children do that grief that my grandmother shares with those parents I acknowledge… it’s horrible…