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Abandonment
Yesterday was a day to remember. To keep safe in my heart for many
years to come. Yesterday a community of people came together to
remember, honour, pay respect to two beautiful, tiny souls. Souls that
weren't given a chance at life. Souls that were left to die... alone,
in the dark, in the cold, with no one to cuddle them, no one to love
them as children deserve to be loved. Yesterday I stood respectfully
before their tiny, white coffins. Those coffins. Many memories of my
last moments with you.... a coffin should not be that small. It's
cruel. Unfair. And far from okay. I stood there and the tears came.
The lump formed... as I imagined these precious lives being so
unnecessarily cut short. Imaging their helplessness ... and the
helplessness these mothers felt. Praying that the media coverage the
service was getting will somehow, someway break through a barrier of
society that doesn't seem to want to touch these subjects. Hoping that
"the powers that be" will find compassion for these lost souls... for
the parents that are scared or sick... Wishing that there will be
something put into place to help. To give these parents an option. An
option over abandonment. An option over death.
I felt my body physically ache and become weak with grief as those sweet baby boys were carried out of the funeral home. I had to remind myself to breathe... to steady myself as my heart broke all over again. We followed the hearse to their grave. A peaceful, delicate spot carved in the garden of the cemetery... The temperature was beyond cold (-30) and the wind whipped the snow around us. It was bitter... yet fitting. I could endure a few minutes of dreadful cold to say goodbye to these boys. To give them the dignity and respect they did not get in life. To love them and comfort them on the last leg of their journey.... because they deserve it. Because we cared.
I felt my body physically ache and become weak with grief as those sweet baby boys were carried out of the funeral home. I had to remind myself to breathe... to steady myself as my heart broke all over again. We followed the hearse to their grave. A peaceful, delicate spot carved in the garden of the cemetery... The temperature was beyond cold (-30) and the wind whipped the snow around us. It was bitter... yet fitting. I could endure a few minutes of dreadful cold to say goodbye to these boys. To give them the dignity and respect they did not get in life. To love them and comfort them on the last leg of their journey.... because they deserve it. Because we cared.
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