Thursday, April 24, 2014

Anzac Day, for all grieving mothers.

Today is ANZAC day, we remember those who died in the war.  I like to think of the mums who had lost their sons.

Late last night, or early this morning, I was editing a chapter of my new book, I kept having formatting problems. I got so frustrating and went to bed.

This morning, I started my computer, and the problem mysteriously gone. I look at my chapter again, It is about a bereaved mother who had lost 2 babies. Strange isn't it. God didn't want me to do a rubbish post.

The Flanders Poppy, how apt it is to represent a grieving mother. Two years ago, I saw this very recent bereaved mum in church. Half way through, I saw her walk out. She didn't return. I felt in my heart, how much it is similar to me. I went to the bathroom to look for her.

 She was at a corner. I asked if she was OK. She said yes, but her hug told me she wasn't. I told her, remember , "its Ok to cry." Empty arms.

The hole in the heart, is bigger than a well. The hole never mends. Instead a stack is continually stabbing. Blood never cease to ooze. A puzzle piece is missing. Life is never the same again. Only a fellow mum who has lost her babe, Will understand your pain. She will not ask you to stop crying. For she wears the same pair of shoes. For she feels the pinching at the toes. Open your heart to her. Together you journey. Until you meet your angels again.

 I am a Sands mum for 25 years, and I am a counsellor and advocate.

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