My heart is always heavy on this date. Four years have gone by and time does make it easier to deal with the pain of losing a child. As a mother, I am often brought back to the memories of the baby who is now in heaven. I find myself wondering, who would she have looked like the most and what would she have acted like. She was gone before I even knew it, and it has been one of the most painful things I have yet dealt with. Society makes talking about this type of loss the most uncomfortable and taboo subject, but I find myself talking about her as much as I possibly can. She was my first little girl, no bigger than the palm of my hand. She had ten toes and ten fingers, a little nose and ears. She was just to fragile and small to survive her birth that night. The most tragic part of the whole ordeal was the way I was treated during her birth and death. It pains me still to this day. She was loved so much by me, my husband, and her older brother Wes. We will never forget Cadence Louis and we hope to see her again someday. :)
This is a poem I found :)
Dear Mr. Hallmark
Dear Mr. Hallmark, I am writing to you from heaven, and though it must appear
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit, your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother,as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she's cried.
I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now, I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me; we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way, to remind her of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored, and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you'll do your best
I have done all I can do; to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her, how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in eternity.
Woman's way to fix the problem:
