tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post2770092713979042763..comments2023-08-25T05:50:04.996-07:00Comments on 38 weeks and counting: It's ChristmasRenelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08490888250385942221noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-20127277487769935902013-01-02T12:43:34.084-08:002013-01-02T12:43:34.084-08:00This is so beautiful. It reflects so much of what...This is so beautiful. It reflects so much of what I have been feeling. I tell my little girl I miss her so often, and sometimes it hits so hard - that I will spend the rest of my life missing her. Missing all those babies gone from us all too soon. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-61484304152565993192012-12-30T19:02:13.815-08:002012-12-30T19:02:13.815-08:00Hello sweet mamma.. what a beautiful post. Yes, ye...Hello sweet mamma.. what a beautiful post. Yes, yes, yes is what I say- missing so much. This line says it all... "I say to her "I love you, I have not forgotten you. I wish you were here, I am so sorry" "<br />Sending you and your family hugs, love and light.. xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-66207895504064859322012-12-29T20:09:28.027-08:002012-12-29T20:09:28.027-08:00Oh Renel, you capture all of this with such beauty...Oh Renel, you capture all of this with such beauty, such truth, such grace, and such love. <br /><br />love to you, my dear friend. remembering camille. xosarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15316131078833658090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-62204796232069380012012-12-28T11:57:02.477-08:002012-12-28T11:57:02.477-08:00I know this, too. I have not forgotten her. I can&...I know this, too. I have not forgotten her. I can't believe she is dead, and we are alive.<br /><br />It's all so effing bizarre. <br /><br />Love to you, friend. <br />xoMary Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12212750107782259674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-71827413274374586532012-12-27T19:09:09.345-08:002012-12-27T19:09:09.345-08:00"I love you, I have not forgotten you. I wish..."I love you, I have not forgotten you. I wish you were here, I am so sorry" <br /><br />This is so frigging true. Sorry you died, and this baby girl lived. Sorry I can't mother you the way I wanted to. I'm sorry you didn't get to believe in elves and magic and all that innocence.<br /><br />Ugh. Hugs momma.Lj82https://www.blogger.com/profile/01067562341189588336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-5410333393948985942012-12-26T16:04:19.500-08:002012-12-26T16:04:19.500-08:00"It still surprised me that I have a dead chi..."It still surprised me that I have a dead child." Yes, exactly. I was thinking this, too. Just today. <br /><br />Love to you xoxoxoSuzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01955054876521178314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-58959813895749221602012-12-26T12:50:32.826-08:002012-12-26T12:50:32.826-08:00"It seems odd for us to be all alive and her ..."It seems odd for us to be all alive and her to be dead.<br />It still surprises me that I have a dead child.<br />It is so unfair...especially to her. She is missing out on her whole life."<br /><br />I still cannot believe it either. And as our lives continue and change - it's that last bit that gets me the most - he missed out on his whole life - everything. Never a birthday, never a Christmas, never a warm cuddle, a frosty nosed kiss, a graduation, a wedding, a child of his own. Nothing. He got nothing. And that's just so overwhelmingly sad.<br /><br />Sending you love this Christmas. And thank you for thinking of us - I know I've been quiet. Just not coping particularly well with this Christmas season.<br /><br />xxAoifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09002790029609631639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-75032409714928028502012-12-26T08:40:39.334-08:002012-12-26T08:40:39.334-08:00I cant even count how many times ive said im sorry...I cant even count how many times ive said im sorry to Jack. I wish it could be different for both of us. Xo to your family and Camillemichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07960223886511130664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-2500472406109995832012-12-26T08:20:15.488-08:002012-12-26T08:20:15.488-08:00What lovely truth you wrote here.
My mom bought a...What lovely truth you wrote here.<br /><br />My mom bought an ornament for Andrew this year and was really upset it didn't arrive on time for Christmas. While I get the same way about things (i.e. having his Carly print framed in time), I still thought to myself... <br /><br />There will always be next year. And next year, he'll still be dead.<br /><br />"I love you, I have not forgotten you. I wish you were here, I am so sorry."<br /><br />Those are such powerful words you wrote. Love to you. B. Wilson @ Windy {City} Wilsonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17479551028143520755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-73036673983699903122012-12-26T07:48:44.003-08:002012-12-26T07:48:44.003-08:00Sending love right back at you, Renel. I, too, fee...Sending love right back at you, Renel. I, too, feel the need to apologize to Anja. Apologize that she is not here while we are, and that we sometimes seem to be failing to honour her properly. But then I wonder what is proper? There is nothing that will bring her back. I am so happy that Kai had a magical day; so did E and that helps bring joy to the day to me, too, but again, it does nothing to bring Anja back. She is always in our hearts, always missed. Just like Camille. Sweet little girls. March is for daffodilshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11287273786322029725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-20089742860454233262012-12-25T18:10:24.123-08:002012-12-25T18:10:24.123-08:00The stockings have felt important to me. It seems...The stockings have felt important to me. It seems silly, but they had to be just right and then I didn't get to putting them up until yesterday. <br />I get the feeling of there is always next year, he will still be dead. I hate it and yet the lack of urgency provides some sense of relief when everything feels so tiring. <br />Remembering our babies and wishing they were here to believe in the magic. Mama Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448908179398529689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-82434831301568574162012-12-25T17:45:06.903-08:002012-12-25T17:45:06.903-08:00Yes, yes, yes...the distraction and the apologies ...Yes, yes, yes...the distraction and the apologies and all of it. Sending warmth and love this Christmas, my dear friend. xostill life angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095278209647200124.post-26125785998415338492012-12-25T16:53:41.785-08:002012-12-25T16:53:41.785-08:00The apology...always an apology. Everything I say ...The apology...always an apology. Everything I say to Logan ends with an "I am so so sorry". It is so heartbreaking and I agree with everything you say...boy does grief change. Hate that we will always miss, but glad that your son still brings you joy especially on this day. There is something about the magic of Christmas and children, but would be so much better if they could be here too. Missing your Camille with you.<br /><br />Hugs to you!!!<br />Darceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11815399702690690011noreply@blogger.com