Tomorrow my work, in conjunction with the pediatric unit at the local hospital, is hosting a garden memorial service for families who have lost children. I currently work at an organization that hosts families with children going through medical treatment. This covers children who are born prematurely, children who have been diagnosed with cancer and undergoing treatment, to children who are the victims of accidents. Every family is going through their own struggles. So many have happy endings, and it warms me. However, on the rare occasion, a happy ending isn’t in the cards for these families. Tomorrow is for these families. 

I love the fact that my work honors families who have gone through great loss. I love the fact that we are able to give them a little ray of sunshine in their moment of sorrow.

I have hugged these families. I have listened to their stories. I have cried my silent tears for them.

Through all of this, I find myself struggling. Struggling as I sit at home, holding my children. Holding my healthy children.

Today I found myself looking at my children trying to imagine what it would be like if they suddenly weren’t here anymore. Trying to imagine, comprehend, what all these families have gone through. I suddenly felt guilty because I am blessed to be able to hold my children and kiss them before bed each night.

What do I say to these parents who are missing a piece of their hearts? How do I hold them in my arms and tell them it will be ok, when I can’t even begin to comprehend what they are going through? 

I love my job, and I love being able to help sustain a place of comfort and refuge for families. So, tomorrow I will do what I am good at. Tomorrow I will open my arms and remind those families what my work is all about…them.

Blessings to all those who have lost a child. May you find peace. I will always be here with open arms to embrace you as you heal.

2 thoughts on “

  1. Don Edwards says:

    You have had your share of hurt over the last year so the joy of your children is well earned, Hugs and love are very special, enjoy. Best, Don


  2. John says:

    My kids are so ingrained in everything in my life that I, simply, cannot fathom what life would be like without them at this point . . . and the mere thought of losing one is enough to wreck my mind. I cannot fathom what those parents’ lives.


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