I struggled this December about what to say in Saige's memory. No words can ever really describe my grief of losing her, but at the same time no words can really describe my happiness in knowing that she is safe for eternity. In the end, after a few attempts of trying to write something, December 6 came and went and I decided to not post anything this year.
And then I came across this picture and poem.
Memorial Of Unborn Children by Martin Hudack of Slovokia
“Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.”
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.”
-Author Unknown-
