This week’s Blog of the Week is a very touching post from Dowsie Dolly about something that happens all too frequently to women and is often not discussed openly.
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I’ll always remember you.
Even though you were part of my life for a very short time I will always appreciate the fact that you were mine.
You deserved a name, so I gave you one, a neutral one as sadly I’ll never know if your spirit was male or female.
I’ll always remember you when October comes by, especially the sixteenth as I was due to meet you that day but I’ll never know if you’re an early show or a keep me waiting kind of person. I’ll also remember you on your brothers birthday, the day I realised you were leaving me for good.
I light candles for you to try and keep you near me, the flame representing you, burning for a short time and then being blown out, I wish you could have burned forever and let your light shine bright into my life but sadly it was not mean to be.
I’m glad that it’s not people’s bodies that go to Heaven but their souls as I imagine you as a tiny baby soul, safely cuddled up on a pure, fluffy cloud with the sun shining on you to keep you warm.
You were only part of my life for six very short weeks but the anticipation I had of meeting you was great and I did love you. I am wrong though, you will always be part of my life, not just those weeks of your presence on Earth.
Just because I never met you does not mean that I don’t mourn and grieve for you.
I’m sorry I’m not there to mind you, it just wasn’t meant to be but hopefully one day my soul will meet yours and we can be together, as we should have been.
I’ll always remember you when a birds feather floats by me, when I see a robin in my garden, a butterfly flutters around me or a rainbow appears before me, that’s how I’ll know you’re near.
Sleep tight little one until I come to cuddle you forever.
I love you.