A bereaved mum writes to console fellow bereaved parents and to others to give an understanding to those who have suffered loss.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
The Peeters mum and dad.
During the Easter 1990, my life was in complete rack and ruin. 6 months before that, I gave birth to my dying baby on 29.9.1989. I buried in on 25th November.
Nelly Peeter's son Steve must have noticed how awful I was. He spoke to Nelly.
I never forgot the life saver Nelly was to me. She threw me a life line, sharing her recent loss of her husband in Jan 1990. One night, Nelly sat me down, and we talked.
The holiday brought me back to my senses, I have my 2 girls and my husband who needed me.
I didn't see Nelle again because we went to Singapore. I will always look out for white butterflies. One of the would be Nelly.
A White butterfly,
it symbolizes the soul of a departed one.
Andrew's soul was with me.
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Losing loved ones is painful and living life and grieving simultaneously can be difficult ~ so glad Nelly was there for you ~ be well and I too shell see the white butterflies ~ thanks, carolReplyDelete
artmusedog and carol