For mothers who have lost their children.

It isn't supposed to work that way. I have spent this day talking to moms whose children were murdered and others whose children were stolen from them by cults and charlatan recovered memory therapists. The grief is so deep.

Love and hugs to all moms (and dads) who have lost the children you cherish. My heart goes out to all of you.

Thank you...

I didn't lose a child in those ways, but it was still very painful...

I had a miscarriage.

You never stop wondering ...

for your terrible loss. I hope each year brings less pain for you.

Thanks for your poetry on DU. I really enjoy and appreciate it.

It really doesn't hurt too much now...

It happened in 1965, and I did go on to have two gorgeous daughters, who are now all grown up...

I'm glad you enjoy my poetry!

:hug:

Thanks!

I am so very sorry for her loss and yours.

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It means so much.

It actually happened this month back in 1983.

I hadn't been born yet, but I know it's always a difficult month for my mother.

I wish your mom comfort. I am so very sorry.

Probably more than any event in my family. We're a very close family, so it isn't a surprise. Richard had been sick for about a week and initially my mom thought he had the mumps. So she took him to the doctor and they ran tests and more tests and then realized it was leukemia. Two weeks later he was dead.

I can't imagine the entire process. I mean, going from thinking your son was just sick with something many people get to having him dead within only a couple of weeks.

My mom doesn't talk much about it (not that I blame her), but from what I've been able to get out of her, she had gone home from the hospital to get some rest, leaving my grandma there to watch over him. When she got home, the phone rang and it was the hospital saying he was crashing and so my grandpa and her got up to the children's hospital right before he died.

They held his funeral at St. Ambrose Catholic Church and it was heavily attended. I never met Richard, but from what I've heard, he would have been one kickass brother.

My older sister (by 7 years) died of brain cancer in 1990.

It was diagnosed 14 months before that in 1989.

She was still a young woman. She was 42.

I became an only child in my mid-30s. She was my best friend. She picked me up and carried me around when I was little. I called her "Sister".

It destroyed my parents and me.

The main thing that helped was going to The Compassionate Friends. It is a support group for parents who have lost children, at any age, from any cause.

I went and they also had a sibling group. I was the oldest person in the sibling group.

Both of them helped me.

They had a fridge magnet with a very profound statement on it:
It is better to speak ill of the dead than not to speak of them at all.

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17 years ago. She was a week away from her 18th birthday.

Jenny was a beautiful girl.

My heart and thoughts are always with her parents at this time as they are always ... :cry:


Parents should NEVER have to bury their children.


Thank you for this thread.

aA