We have collected 85 names so far, what a staggering and humbling thing.
Reflect, it can mean think, to look upon, or mirroring. Looking at your reflection... I could reflect on how far I've come, on what I have learnt in the last 8 months, but I wouldn't know what to say. What do you say about something like this.
Today's prompt is Friend. (Yesterday got away from me and I wasn't able to finish this blog post, so here it is on the 18th instead.) Friend. I lost a best friend in the time between now and last october, I also gained friendships, and worked out who is really going to be there for me when the shit hits the fan.
I can't believe how many names we have collected so far... I am devestated and honored to be able to write not only Emmets name on a baloon, but also to write the names or dates of 70 others at the last count.
My Granddad sung 'You are my sunshine' to me all the time when I was a little kid. I have it on my phone now and listen to it all the time.
This one seems pretty apt today, I did plenty of crying yesterday, and my fair share today too.
This should have been written yesterday, but I didn't quite get round to writing it so I will have to do two today 😊 Today's prompt is remembering.
Todays prompt is colour. I think of lots of colours when I think of Emmet. Pink, white, grey, orange, blue, yellow, green. The colours of hope, of love and grief, of my pain and joy.
To mark Emmets Due date on the 22nd June 2017, I have decided to write names on balloons, Please Please Please do comment the names, or special dates of those babies you want remembered, and I promise to write every name and date on a baloon.
Japan’s miscarried (and aborted) embryos, fetuses, stillbirths and neonatal deaths, all have a unique name: ‘mizuko’, which translates as ‘water child’ or ‘water baby’. The rows of baby-like statues, which can be seen at many Buddhist temples in Japan, are called ‘mizuko Jizo’ – water child Buddhas. The Jizo serves a double purpose; the image both represents the soul of the deceased infant or fetus and is also the deity who takes care of children on the other world journey.
Today's prompt is wound. Some days it does feel like I'm wounded. Other days now I feel better. Slowly I am recovering and more able to take each day as it comes.
Today's prompt is Tree. I think of lots of things when I think of tree. Forrest, family tree, tree house, tree climbing, leaves, shade, jungle etc... But in regards to that list the most difficult thing I have dealt with is the 'Family tree' part. Babies lost before 24 week's do not require, nor are given any form of certification.
Eeeek lots of pretty things and new shoes and a hung parliament. What more could a girl ask for. Well appart from the obvious anyway...
Often after a loss, especially babyloss as nobody seems to want to talk about it, ever, it can be hard to find someone who will just listen without judging. Or listen and then not reply with something stupid or insensitive or just downright cruel.
*Contains religious content (christian). If Angel babies aren't for you then I apologize in advance, but it has helped me.
Today I managed to time my errand at exactly the wrong moment. There were obviously lots of primary age kids, but also a lit of toddlers, babies, prams and pregnant women. There were hoards of grannies shepherding their small charges down the main street to the post office.
I do believe in everyday magic, but before you think I have jumped right on the crazy train, hear me out. I believe in the magic of the sunset. I believe in the tiny magics we encounter every day. That one colleague who can just make tea better than anyone else.
I kind of relate a lot to hedgehogs. They're all spikey and lord knows I have been accused of that more than once. I hope that the world is as gentle to you as the care given to an over wintered hedgehog, so that you are safe and warm and don't feel threatened by day to day life enough to uncurl a little bit and enjoy the day.