Just today I had flailed around in my journal trying to make sense of my daughter’s recent loss of a 22 week in utero infant (there is currently no term for this as it is neither a stillborn or a miscarriage).
Managing grief is indeed the way I describe it as it ebbs and flows bringing the temptation to despair— which is indeed a dangerous sin.
Your words heal yet sting familiarly. For gratitude is indeed a severe solution but a movement towards good rather than evil.
I’ve been learning to submit to the father of my spirit, to be honest with him, to let it hurt but to choose trust while it hurts.
I’m aware that you must, while this monster ‘visits’, care for two precious little ones. Ah, what a task. No one knows quite as much as you how difficult it must be. I love the analogy of your mother living on in them and beyond.
I think when people say that they mostly mean to let yourself cry, because crying is so weirdly taboo (everyone apologizes immediately if they start crying in the presence of another person). Beautiful piece.
Another added layer: grief can be stultifying, sclerotic, paralyzing. So your venturing out and away to a fast-paced, demanding cross-cultural adventure, family en toe, just mere months after your mom's passing, is no small feat. ♥️🙏🏻
Dear Helen,
Just today I had flailed around in my journal trying to make sense of my daughter’s recent loss of a 22 week in utero infant (there is currently no term for this as it is neither a stillborn or a miscarriage).
Managing grief is indeed the way I describe it as it ebbs and flows bringing the temptation to despair— which is indeed a dangerous sin.
Your words heal yet sting familiarly. For gratitude is indeed a severe solution but a movement towards good rather than evil.
I’ve been learning to submit to the father of my spirit, to be honest with him, to let it hurt but to choose trust while it hurts.
I’m aware that you must, while this monster ‘visits’, care for two precious little ones. Ah, what a task. No one knows quite as much as you how difficult it must be. I love the analogy of your mother living on in them and beyond.
Thank you for writing.
Amy
I’m sorry, Amy. Thank you for sharing ❤️
I think when people say that they mostly mean to let yourself cry, because crying is so weirdly taboo (everyone apologizes immediately if they start crying in the presence of another person). Beautiful piece.
Another added layer: grief can be stultifying, sclerotic, paralyzing. So your venturing out and away to a fast-paced, demanding cross-cultural adventure, family en toe, just mere months after your mom's passing, is no small feat. ♥️🙏🏻
Thanks, Kelli.
Thank you for sharing, Helen. "Gratitude can turn grief into forbearance." I'll keep that in mind.
🫶🏻