C Ranney
How to help me…when my child has died
♦ Speak my child’s name, to me and to others. The sound of my child’s name, remembered and spoken by others, is a precious gift.
♦ If you used to remember my child’s birthday, or even if you didn’t, call me. Send me a card. Send me an e-mail. Send me a rose. My heart is breaking with lonely memories on that day.
♦ If you remember my due date, or the date my child was to be born, mention it to me. Don't worry that you will remind me or make me sad...I will never forget.
♦ Do you remember the day my child died? Tell me you remember. One of my greatest fears is that my child will be forgotten by all but me.
♦ On holidays, mention my child in your card. Don’t worry about reminding me of my pain…each holiday is painful now. Your words comfort and soothe my broken heart, and let me know I’m not alone.
♦ Tell me if you think of my child…tell me what reminded you. Did my child make a difference in your life or teach you something? If so, tell me, please.
♦ Do you miss my child? Please tell me so…
♦ Your memories of my child may be the last new thing I’ll ever hear about my son or daughter. Please, share them with me.
♦ Stop by my child’s grave site and leave a flower, or bring a flower by my house in my child’s memory. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who remembers what I lost, and that no one knows the pain I hide behind my every-day smile.
♦ Speak my child’s name aloud to me, and let me hear one more time the name so carefully chosen, bestowed on someone so beloved and so deeply missed.
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Comments
This is all true but some suffer more; when your child is missing, presumed dead, but that wonderful/horrible glimmer of hope hangs in your heart for days, months, years. Then worse yet, society limits your grief only because of the potential the child committed suicide. Double daggers. But I love my son, I miss my son, I remember the wonderful memories of him and I am SO BLESSED to have family and friends that keep him alive for me.
Very well said. Nothing makes my day like hearing someone say her name, tell a story about her, or just ask about her ... .. .
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