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children's handprints, death of a child, greeting card, greeting cards, Grief, Home, joy of birth, moving, new baby boy, pain of death, Rain, speed bump
We are moving sometime in the next year. Moving away from the house we’ve called home for 20 years. The house with our children’s handprints permanently recorded in walkways in the backyard and laughter and tears tucked into the nooks and crannies of every room.
In preparation for this move we’re cleaning out, culling the necessary from the not-so-necessary. You accumulate a lot of stuff in 20 years.
Tonight I was speeding through boxes of stuff. An old briefcase I’ll never use again: yard sale; a program fan from Wesley and Becky’s wedding: keepsake; VHS tapes with recordings of old television shows: trash. And with no warning of its approach, I hit the speed bump hard and fast.
I pulled the greeting card from the baby blue envelope and read “Congratulations on Your New Baby Boy” and the next one, “To the Happy Parents of a New Baby Boy.” And then the one that brought me to a complete stop: “Our hopes and dreams are all renewed by the child who rests peacefully safe within our arms.” I had stumbled upon the cards that were sent when Ryan was born. Yes, we had such hopes and dreams. But no, he did not remain safe within our arms.
I was paralyzed, staring numbly at the cards with sailboats and teddy bears and rosy cheeked baby boys, the cards that came attached to flower arrangements and the church bulletins announcing his birth. And, as the heavens opened up and poured torrents of rain from the sky, so too, my tears fell.
My cleaning for this night came to a halt. I must slow down and relive the joy of his birth and, inevitably, the pain and grief of his death.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll pick up speed and clean some more.
Shelby K. Yates said:
My heart hurts with you Kathy as I read your writing. I love you. Aunt Shelby
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Karen Gerstenberger said:
We haven’t moved, but I have had to re-organize things in Katie’s room, for guests, for our French exchange student, and recently, to send some of her clothes to a friend who is making a quilt out of them for us. Each time, what you describe here has happened to me…not with cards, but in handling her clothes and toys, favorite movies and the things on or in her dresser, closet, etc. The power of those feelings has knocked me to my knees, taken the air from my lungs, and caused me to stop. My heart goes out to you as you pack in preparation for your move.
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Denise said:
I have to move and even though I’ve no place to go, I have to pack. I came across sympathy cards from Philip’s funeral. What do I do with them? I can’t throw anything out that has to do with him. I’m feeling crushed under all this lately. I miss my son, and as I just wrote on my blog, I feel less than I ever was without him here because he took a piece of me with him when he left.
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Mary York said:
So true, Kathy. And so perfectly put into words … just a few. Those speed bumps can be paralyzing at times, but they are a part of our lives. Thank you for sharing that one and giving me company in mine.
Mary
Live Free …
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Kathy Shoaf said:
Mary, it is the writing, the sharing and the company that have made this group so helpful. Thank you for being part of our online community.
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grahamforeverinmyheart said:
What are we supposed to do with all the hopes and dreams we had when our beautiful children were born? These mementoes that should bring sweet memories instead are filled with pain and loss and sadness. And that is a loss in itself, that even our memories are changed.
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Kathy Shoaf said:
Learning to live with all the losses is part of the process. A process that continues as long as we live. I wish you peace along the journey.
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