They had this poem posted in a recent blog:
Please, don’t ask….Please, don’t ask us if we’re over “it” yet. We’ll never be over it.
Please, don’t tell us they’re in a better place. They aren’t with us.
Please don’t say, “At least they aren’t suffering.” We haven’t come to terms with why they had to suffer at all.
Please, don’t tell us you know how we feel unless you have lost a child.
Please, don’t ask us if we feel better. Bereavement isn’t a condition that clears up.
Please, don’t tell us, “At least you had them for a time.” What year would you choose for your child to die?
Please, don’t tell us, “God never gives you more than you can bear.”
Please, just tell us you are sorry.
Please, just say you remember our children, if you do.
Please, just let us talk about our children.
Please, mention our children’s names.
Please, just let us cry.
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5 comments:
So sad. It breaks my heart to know a family is losing one of their babies. Our prayers are with them.
Oh no. I remember you telling us about her. What a difficult time for her and her family. She will be in our prayers as well.
I'm bawling my eyes out here! I am so sorry for Sadie's family and for you guys too! The Poulters are praying for them!
I don't think we should expect people to resign themselves to stoic mourning. I don't think it properly honors either ourselves or those for whom we grieve.
"Dirge without Music"
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.
The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
I have been looking at Sadie's blog lately and saw this a couple of days ago. She seemed like such a sweet little girl and they seem like an amazing family. I found out about them from a friend who went to high school with Sadie's dad, how did you know them? Just curious. I have been praying for them and hope they are ok.
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