My daughter, Fiona, wrote this last year, in the voice of her brother who ran ahead to heaven.
I am so thankful for her and so sorry that she has gained this wisdom at great cost.
Some of the bravest, most loving women I know are those who have suffered one of life’s greatest losses. I hope you know how truly beautiful you are.
I know most days your eyes are misty with tears, your mind full of questions, your voice quieted, your heart broken by the pain of living without me.
There are only two ways to gain a child: birth or adoption.
But nobody and nothing in this world prepares you for the harsh reality that there are countless ways to lose one.
I can’t dry your eyes or answer your questions; strengthen your voice or fix your broken heart. But today, the day you stand with empty arms or a few empty chairs while others’ hearts and homes are full, I want to remind you of a few things:
It is not your fault.
You are a great mom.
It’s OK to wish for more time.
Broken crayons still color and the world needs your tear-washed rainbows to remind them that stormy clouds are not the end of the story.
I’ll see you soon.
The One Not Sitting at Your Table”