tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post9002273230977627020..comments2023-11-02T04:05:19.890-07:00Comments on The Happy Sad Mama: Calling the MoonCharlotte's Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06664161835198688326noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-84175556045528035752009-01-10T14:45:00.000-08:002009-01-10T14:45:00.000-08:00It's so tremendous to have someone KNOW. These th...It's so tremendous to have someone KNOW. These thoughts are unique and yet ours together. The way you write about your beautiful daughter and the life force that she brought with her is exactly how I feel about my son. Our eyes never met, but his life is so very, very large.<BR/><BR/>I grew up in a very "organized" religious household and even at a very young age thought that people were just imagining pearly gates and streets of gold. None of us truly know, but there is peace in simply knowing that the moon is indeed hung. That's enough for me.Danny, Julie, Jack and Marihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815533809454540126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-5894371282756573562009-01-04T16:44:00.000-08:002009-01-04T16:44:00.000-08:00Carol, do you think Charlotte's spirit (or energy ...Carol, do you think Charlotte's spirit (or energy or "vibe" or whatever) in some ways is in Liam? Is Sophie's spirit in this baby? In the same way Liam would not be here if Charlotte had lived, the baby I'm feeling kicking right now would not be if Sophie had lived. While I am perfectly clear that Liam is not and will never be or replace Charlotte and this baby will never be or replace Sophie, could their spirits be intertwined in a way that most sibling spirits are not? That didn't make any sense, did it? But, since you and I have shown time and time again that we are on the same wavelength, I'm going to go with the idea that you at least partially know what I mean.Aimeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10289999392739724304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-35688433989604480022009-01-04T15:41:00.000-08:002009-01-04T15:41:00.000-08:00We talk about Henry being in heaven and take comfo...We talk about Henry being in heaven and take comfort in the image of him being welcomed by our family who went before him. Yet how we are in heaven is hard to picture or understand. I do think it is a mystery we don't have to fully understand. It is enough to know that spirits of the departed are somewhere. <BR/><BR/>I often lament that Henry and Kathleen will never know each other, yet I am certain that their spirits touched in that time when I could not longer hold him and I had yet to hold her.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-64076464592665849432009-01-04T07:33:00.000-08:002009-01-04T07:33:00.000-08:00What a beautiful post and how true. It took me a ...What a beautiful post and how true. It took me a few weeks after Ezra had physically left us to realize that he wasn't gone at all, that he was with me at all times, I've written about this too. He awakens me to magic every day, in the antics of someone else's child who makes me smile despite my sad self, and in the beauty he lets me see in the world.ezra'smommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17342399045659116165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237529515432696063.post-67502027342949496912009-01-03T23:04:00.000-08:002009-01-03T23:04:00.000-08:00So familiar Carol. That fateful day we lost Hope, ...So familiar Carol. That fateful day we lost Hope, when we were in the ultrasound room getting the horror confirmed, I kept saying "but she was alive an hour ago?" How could she be gone? She was right there! Still inside me. Only hours earlier had been entertaining me with the hiccups. And the day after when I birthed her, I just kept sobbing "but she was alive yesterday". Too much to comprehend. How could she be gone when she was still here and after having been so very, very vibrant for all of those months. It is just all so sad. I liked reading about the little games you used to play with Charlotte. I'm glad you can still recall those sweet memories so clearly. But I guess when that is all we have, we have to don't we? xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.com