A reader went on facebook to tell me that she did a post on her blog on me. It is wonderful for her to do it, and as you read her post, you will think how uncanny it is that our lives are intertwined in so many ways. Yet, it seems impossible that we should meet. For it is like what Robert Frost had written,
Two roads meet, and I took the one less traveled.
Indeed, Elizabeth had traveled all the way from South Africa, and I from Borneo, and we meet in New Zealand.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
"Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him." Psalm 127:3 (NLT)
Ann is a woman in my local church here in Auckland, New Zealand. She is an immigrant like me. She is a mother like me. We both have a baby in heaven. My baby died before I was 2 months pregnant, but Ann's baby was born ... he lived ... and he died.
Ann's story is a sad story. It tells of her Andrew. Precious Andrew who lived for 55 days. Andrew and I share the same birthday - 29 September. It is interesting the connections we find with people.
I haven't finished reading Ann's book. I find sometimes I can't put it down ... other times I just have to put it down and take a deep breath. It is a book written with raw honesty. Ann lets you look into her soul.
This book will touch your heart and your soul.
Ann's addressed this book to "The Beareved", "The Care Givers", "The Medical Personnel" and "The General Reader" in the hope that it will encourage and strengthen those who have walked / will walk a similar path and to help those who walk beside them.
This is Ann's opening words in her book:
Diary of a bereaved Mother: Front page
The greatest tragedy
A white head buries a black head.
~Ancient Chinese Adage~
In the book of fairy tales,
Girl meets boy,
They fall in love,
They have children,
They live happily ever after.
In the book of melancholy,
The owl hoots,
The crow caws,
A loved child is taken,
A hole in the ground,
The heart bleeds.
In the book of Christianity,
There is comfort,
There is healing,
There is light.
This is my story in a nut shell.
Thanks Elizabeth, this is beautifully written.
In deed our lives are connected in so many ways. That morning when you were telling your story in church, I was crying, I saw a younger version of me in you. Kay tapped on my shoulder and asked if I was alright.
That was why I came to hug you and send you my email though I had been in church for 5 years, we never spoke.
God brought us together that only he knows why, but I know , we both have a special gift, to comfort another grieving mum.
June 25, 2011 11:24 PM
Ann, Thank you for your encouragement. I know that your book will touch many lives.
Our Village is a Little Different said...
I think this book will be a wonderful gift for bereaved mothers. The loss of a child is so painful and isolating - because nobody wants to talk about it. But the worst thing for a mother, and a marriage is to keep that enormous grief inside!
I hope writing it was good for her soul. I know that this will touch, (and hopefully help heal) many other women who may feel alone.
June 25, 2011 11:32 PM