"How
does life go on?" Heavenly Angels is for parents
who have lost a child or children through illness, accidents,
miscarriage or stillbirth.
"Heavenly
Angels Branch of Grief Recovery (for those who have lost a child
or children to death).
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The Club
There is an exclusive club
One which you would pay anything
not to be a member of.
One where its members all have a common bond.
A place where we can come,
and everyone knows how to respond.
A club that allows us
to not feel so all alone.
Each of us has a child
with their name carved in stone.
We are the Heavenly Angels group.
Our eyes weep,
our smiles droop,
our sorrow is deep,
and our hearts continually ache.
We all mourn the death of a child,
and are struggling to live again in its wake.
Some club members are very new.
The veterans show us what to do.
We all help each other cope,
trying to provide a drop of hope.
We all pray to God that you
never have the need to join our fold,
that you will always have your children to hold,
but please know that we are here
with open arms and understanding hearts,
if you ever do.
Copyright Jayma Bezzy 2007
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HAVE
YOU EVER NOTICED THE MANY MIXED-UP EMOTIONS INVOLVED IN GRIEVING?
ON THE ONE HAND YOU FEEL RESTLESS. ON THE OTHER HAND. YOU FEEL LIKE
YOU DON’T WANT TO MOVE AT ALL. YOU FEEL DESPERATELY ALONE,
AND YET YOU DON’T WANT ANYONE AROUND. YOU FEEL SCATTERBRAINED,
FORGETFUL,
AND YET, FRANTICALLY METICULOUS. YOU FEEL LIKE CRYING AT NOTHING.
AND SOMETIMES LAUGHING AT ANYTHING. BEING IN A CROWD OF PEOPLE IS
FINE
AS LONG AS THEY DON’T TALK TO YOU. AND YET, IF THEY DON’T
TALK TO YOU
YOU FEEL AS IF NOBODY CARES. YOU WANT SO DESPERATELY FOR SOMEONE
TO MENTION YOUR CHILD, TO REMEMBER THE LIFE THAT WAS. AND YET IT
CAN MAKE YOU FURIOUS IF ALL THEY WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS THE DEAD
ONE,
AND NEVER MENTION THE LIVING ONES. GRIEF SETTLES OVER YOU LIKE A
HOT BLANKET.
YOU’RE AS COLD AS THE WINTER SNOW. GRIEF PRESSES ON YOU LIKE
A STEAM ROLLER.
YOU’RE FLOATING IN A BUBBLE ABOVE YOURSELF. GRIEF BOXES YOU
IN ON FOUR SIDES AND INTRODUCES YOU TO A PAIN NO ONE SHOULD HAVE
TO KNOW. BUT THEN, ONCE AGAIN, YOU BEGIN TO FEEL COMPASSION. YOU
RELATE TO OTHER PARENTS WHO HAVE HAD AN EXPERIENCE SIMILAR TO YOUR
OWN. AND EVENTUALLY, WITH A LIGHT AS SHARP AS A SUNBURST, YOU HEAR
YOURSELF SAYING YOUR CHILD’S NAME WITH AN UNFAMILIAR SMILE
ON YOUR FACE. YOU REMEMBER SOME OF THE FUNNY TIMES,
AND FEEL LAUGHTER BUILDING IN YOUR THROAT. ONE MORNING YOU NOTICE
THE SUN IS SHINING, THE FLOWERS ARE BURSTING WITH THE COLORS OF
SPRING.
THREE SEASONS HAVE PASSED UNNOTICED..... AND, SOMEHOW, YOU ARE STILL
HERE.
EVEN THOUGH YOUR CHILD IS STILL THERE. YOU FEEL YOUR HEART SWELL
WITH A LOVE
YOU NEVER EVEN KNEW COULD EXIST. AND YOU FIND A PLACE IN YOUR LIFE
FOR SOMETHING CALLED, PEACE.........? AND THEN, EVER SO GENTLY,
THE MEMORIES
ENFOLD YOU IN A WARMTH AS SOOTHING AS A COOL SHOWER ON A HOT SUMMER
DAY,
SO YOU FIND YOU WANT TO REMEMBER. AND TENDER MEMORIES OF LOVE LIFT
YOU
TO UNREACHABLE HEIGHTS, TO THE BRIGHTEST OF STARS, TO THE LOVELIEST TOUCH OF YOUR CHILD.
