The Reverend Reg Bailey from
Holy Trinity Church in Bengeo
gave a beautiful address. His take on our grief and love were both beautiful and poignant. Even though I am not religious, I felt completely at ease in this beautiful setting, and his words really moved me.
I have realised recently, after years of avoiding religious ceremonies (because I felt they were not aimed at me) that actually, the lessons and teachings often apply and are relevant to all aspects of our lives. They seem to come from a place of compassion, understanding, respect and love, which are qualities that sometimes seem sadly lacking in society today.
I hope that if you have lost a baby, but are yet to discover Sands you will consider going to a meeting, event, of seeking out your local groups Facebook page... There is something very isolating about losing a child that only other bereaved parents can ever truly understand.
Jenny Apostolos (Author of local blog
Baby Likes Legacy) performed a beautiful rendition of "My love, my life" by ABBA, which I've never heard before but was such a moving song.
The Snowdrop, a poem that was read at our sons funeral, was read at the service which always moves me. In case you haven't heard it, I thought I would share the words with you here:
The Snowdrop (author unknown)
The world may never notice
If a snowdrop doesn't bloom.
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall to soon.
But every life that ever was
Or ever came to be.
Touches the world in Some small way
For all eternity.
The little one we longed for
Was swiftly here and gone.
But the love that was then planted
Is a light that still shines on.
And though our arms are empty,
Our hearts know what to do.
For every beating of our hearts
Says that we love you.
And then a poem written by a courageous mother I know, Frankie Brunker, who also wrote
"These precious little people"
- a book created in loving memory of all babies gone too soon. which explains to children about losing a brother or sister) Frankie knows from personal experience just how painful it is for a family to have to say goodbye to a precious little one and how difficult it can be to explain what happened to any living children affected. Anyone supporting children affected by the death of a baby can use this book as a way to provide a more positive focus and to help remember these precious little people with love and pride.
Her poem really captured all the emotions that surround Christmas for me...
'Tis the season (F. Brunker)
'Tis the season to be jolly - folk are wishing each other Happy Holidays!
Families everywhere enjoying festive fun
There's plenty of shopping eating, drinking and celebrating to be done.
But what if it doesn't feel like a very merry Christmas and instead you're feeling heavy hearted;
Perhaps you are grief stricken and missing your dear departed?
For some of us December is a month to dread,
We fid ourselves sad and yearning; the thoughts of what could have been sometimes fill our head.
So, what to do? Shut the world away? Refuse to celebrate on Christmas Day?
Is that what our little ones would want? For us to hide and keep others at bay?
The season may have lost some of the holiday cheer you once enjoyed,
We might struggle to see beyond the empty chair.
But close your eyes and feel it:
The love you have inside for those no longer with us is still there.
Let it flow through the veins warm you through and through.
It hurts that our children aren't here growing up with us like we wish they could be.
Its unfair, it's cruel, it's hard to bear, and makes it seem impossible to truly heal.
Yet here we are still standing;
A tribe of hardy souls carrying on despite the pain we feel.
That love we have for them is what gives us strength, keeps us going.
And if you dig deep it can give you more you know.
Those precious memories you cherish can make your heart sing once more,
You can remember the happy times if tears fall too.
That love that shines bright for the within can bring life back to your soul.
For as long as that love live on, our little ones aren't so far away after all.
They can be the diamond glints in the snow; the jingle of the bells ,
the sprinkles of glitter that catch sparkles of light from Christmas trees,
and the warmth from the candles that we burn in their memory