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sineadshinelight · 1 year
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If I can’t live with you, then I have to live for you, and I will keep your memory alive in the most positive way I know how. Kindness creates a ripple effect, touching lives you don’t even know about. Kindness is good for the mental health of not only the one who receives the kindness, but the giver of kindness also benefits from positive mental health Lets spread kindness 🥰 Repost from @moreandbest10 • I will say your name and tell your story to all who will hear it. I will do good because of you. I will let the world know that you were here. Lives will change for the better because of you. I will not sit quietly. I will not let them forget. You were here. You were mine. Your life has purpose and you matter. My final act of love is keeping your memory alive. #grief #griefjourney #griefsupport #griefawareness #normalizegrief #childloss #infantloss #miscarriage #stillbirth #tfmr #neonatalloss #parentingafterloss #lifeafterloss #grievingmother #babyloss #babylosscommunity #lossmama #heylossmama #bereavedmother #bereavedparents (at Kindness Inspires Kindness) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpvUu4aM2r0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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apreciousheart · 2 years
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It is with great sadness that I announce Goldie left us on July 14th 2022 aka today at the ripe age of 23. A little backstory on Goldie: He was abandoned by the neighbors when he was 3 years old & my landlady adopted him & has remained my building’s cat for 2 decades. I remember hearing about Goldie for the first time & my face lit up as I was excited to meet the cutie of the building. Goldie, thank you for helping me get through all of my darkest nights in 2020 - early 2022. Thank you for all the cuddles that got me through painful times, every hug/cuddle meant the world to me especially when we were locked indoors. Your affection, the greetings every morning & for always being there for me whenever I needed you the most. I’ll never forget these precious moments 😭 You lived a long boujee cat life, requesting steak & fine foods that I’m thankful to have shared your final 2 years with you. Saying goodbye was the hardest as you were frail & I couldn’t bear to cuddle you one last time without the fear of hurting you, but your head rested on my hand & refused to let me go. Thank you for being my friend, a companion & to many others as well. You’ll be dearly missed & forever adored. Your name matched your heart as you were truly golden 🥹Rest In Peace 😿♥️xxx #griefrecovery #stillbirth #weight #memories #pregnancyloss #anxiety #mentalhealthawareness #sadness #sad #weightloss #art #rip #widow #profit #bereavedparents #quotes #memorial #bereavedmother #covid #gain #griefshare #therapy #bereaved #writersofinstagram #in #selflove #siblingloss #funny #memes #poetrycommunity (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgCO3fHDkjf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dearasiyah · 2 years
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“I’ll never forget that moment when… “ — Missing you a lot these days. Without even looking at the calendar my body just knows that it’ll be the 15th & my mind starts thinking about all the possible outcomes again but with you in it.
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hayleyjayne · 2 years
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Who? Why? and What? …
My name is Hayley, I am mother of 3, 1 missing from me.
My middle son, Neville, was taken from me, is in heaven, is flying with angels, died 4 years ago this month and I can’t 💔
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July !! #bereeaved #bereavedparents #awareness #mother #father #bereavedfather #bereavedmother #july https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfe8NcAuyzR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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pguiler-blog · 1 year
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Mother's Day Can Be Torturous
As I child I recall Mother’s Day being a bit of an event. I don’t suppose I really understood about celebrating mothers. That is something we don’t really come to terms with until we are older or until it is too late. Maybe we understand it when we become Mother’s. Mother’s Day (2nd Sunday of May) sent my Mom searching for flowers for us. We wore them pinned to our dresses. Usually, for me it…
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“Think about everyone that would be hurt if you left”
IM HURTING AND NO ONE IS LISTENING BUT INSTEAD TELLING ME TO LIVE FOR OTHERS WHEN I CANT EVEN LIVE FOR MYSELF. I want to leave. Help. Me.
#sad #hurt #depressed #alone #surrounded #ptsd #bereavedmother
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Holidays are hard. Hell, every day is hard, but holidays come with a different kind of pain. Not just missing my child, but thinking about all the things that were and never will be again. Thinking about all the things that I thought would be, but never can be now.
Just a gentle reminder that this season can be a difficult one for many people for different reasons.
Let's all give the gift of compassion and kindness this holiday season.
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redvelvetcupcakes21 · 3 years
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Yeah, so pretty much all of us expected that reaction from Chris.
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fannilovesfufu · 3 years
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It’s Wednesday already and I have finished one of my Wips early, I decided to use my ten stitch crochet blanket to good use by giving it to a beautiful stray cat ! I heard all about her through my lovely friend @satchelwoop, who together with her co-workers has unofficially adopted unwanted cat Annie! Hopefully This dear little kitty will accept this little gift from me and declare it purrfect for her cat naps! Happy snoozing Annie, love from your newest friend Fanni x❤️x #cat #catsofinstagram #catstagramcat #catmat #crochet #crochetersofinstagram #crochetersoftheworld #crochetgirlgang #yarnfriendsrock #hookoffmentalhealth #crochetismytherapy #harrogatehooker #harrogatehookers #harrogatemum #bereavedmother #grievingmother (at Harrogate, North Yorkshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMPt17ZHP6_/?igshid=tp0r0xd6sihk
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allixsjourney · 3 years
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Who am I?
A question we all get asked in grade school, where we have to stand up and introduce ourselves. We usually say things that make us seem interesting or cool. But this is not one of those situations. You don’t look forward to answering that question when your life has been shooken up and flipped upside down. This is the question I am asking myself these days. Who am I? I’m not too sure anymore. Slowly I’m finding her again. Though I will never be the same Allix I used to be before my daughter left this earth. I’m a different version of myself. I will never be “that” Allix again.
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sineadshinelight · 1 year
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If love could have kept you alive, you would be immortal ⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ #grievingprocess #stillamom #lossofalovedone #grievingmother #grievingopenly #griefjourney #griefshare #inmemory #healing #griefwork #lossmama #griefsucks #bereavement #grief #lossmom #grieving #mamagrief #bereavedmother #griefislove #lifeafterloss #griefawareness #loveneverdies #griefsupport #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #neverforgotten #lossofachild #griefandloss #mygrief #missingyou https://www.instagram.com/p/CqJNSF0s3j2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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apreciousheart · 2 years
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It is with great sadness that I announce Goldie left us on July 14th 2022 aka today at the ripe age of 23. A little backstory on Goldie: He was abandoned by the neighbors when he was 3 years old & my landlady adopted him & has remained my building’s cat for 2 decades. I remember hearing about Goldie for the first time & my face lit up as I was excited to meet the cutie of the building. Goldie, thank you for helping me get through all of my darkest nights in 2020 - early 2022. Thank you for all the cuddles that got me through painful times, every hug/cuddle meant the world to me especially when we were locked indoors. Your affection, the greetings every morning & for always being there for me whenever I needed you the most. I’ll never forget these precious moments 😭 You lived a long boujee cat life, requesting steak & fine foods that I’m thankful to have shared your final 2 years with you. Saying goodbye was the hardest as you were frail & I couldn’t bear to cuddle you one last time without the fear of hurting you, but your head rested on my hand & refused to let me go. Thank you for being my friend, a companion & to many others as well. You’ll be dearly missed & forever adored. Your name matched your heart as you were truly golden 🥹Rest In Peace 😿♥️xxx #griefrecovery #stillbirth #weight #memories #pregnancyloss #anxiety #mentalhealthawareness #sadness #sad #weightloss #art #rip #widow #profit #bereavedparents #quotes #memorial #bereavedmother #covid #gain #griefshare #therapy #bereaved #writersofinstagram #in #selflove #siblingloss #funny #memes #poetrycommunity (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgCO3fHDkjf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dearasiyah · 1 year
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Sibling Grief...
Sibling grief? I would have never thought to ever put those two words together, especially for my children. Not because I wasn't aware that these things happen to people, but I feel like we mentally block negative words and situations out of our heads during life in fear. Hoping that if we choose not to utter those words, it's less likely to be a reality.
My kids are young but they already know so much about loss. They know that Asiyah has died, and they know that she is loved. They speak of her name with ease and it rolls off their tongue so effortlessly.
When I had just got back home from the hospital, I would overhear their conversations and they would mention her name like she is sitting right next to them. I guess in a sense this was their way of coping too. It hurt at first, I'll admit it. I couldn't stand to hear them talk because It would make me so guilty, afraid, and mostly sad because they made her death even more real for me.
But I'm happy that we've been open to our kids about our grief. As our journey continues they have been slowly opening up about how they feel too. They are getting more comfortable asking deep questions, even if it's hard to understand fully at the moment.
A dear sweet friend of mine sent us a care package. Within the pile of beautiful gifts, this one stood out to my husband. He grabbed the book that was called “My Sibling Still: For Those Who've Lost a Sibling to Miscarriage, Stillbirth, and Infant Death” He started to read a little bit of the book and closed it with a quickness. He told me that it was about to make him throw up. I didn’t understand at that moment. I wasn’t even in the right mind to pick up the book and read it yet, so I knew it’ll have to wait for another day when I was ready.
Well, tonight I thought I was ready, but I really wasn’t. As I started to read the book I told them to just picture Asiyah telling you both all these words. And so they listened. At the end of the story, they had lots of questions. Hamza told me that he felt like he was about to cry, so I told him to let it out & that It’s okay to cry.
“Crying just means you miss your sister and you love her even if you can’t see her. Although Asiyah isn’t here with us, she’ll never stop being your sibling.”
This book really hit all the feels. I could tell. When I saw the tears starting to form from my son's eyes, we started sobbing with him. I didn’t expect my kids to cry, but it just made me realize more that they really do share our grief. I let my tears fall in front of my kids. I explained to them that adults cry when they are sad, too. I want them to know that's it's okay to let it out sometimes. To not bottle our emotions is because it does more harm than good. It only means...
we love and miss the person who has died.
I try to share when I feel better so that my kids can see how happy and sad moments are healthy parts of our life after loss. Our baby wasn't just another baby. Our loss is our kid's loss too. They grieve her as well, but I'm glad they have each other, Alhamdulilah.
I still wish they could have met her though. Looking back sometimes I feel guilty because I wish there was a chance for them to meet her. I didn’t think it about until after she was buried. That night I cried while wondering if what we did was right. Would it have been better for them to see her? Would it have made things worse for them? So many questions and maybe even regrets.
After I read the story I took a hot shower and just cried. When I got out I told my husband what happened and surprisingly he told me that his biggest regret is not taking them to see her too! And Walahi, I genuinely felt like I wasn’t alone in my thoughts! SubhanAllah. We were thinking the same thing at the same time which gave me slight comfort. We both agreed that we did what we thought was best at the time and only Allah (swt) knows if things would have been better or worse for them if they had seen her. I pray we made the right decision for our kids. Only Allah (swt) knows.
Ya Allah, please reunite our kids with their sister in Jannah. Please give them patience, give them strength, and let them always find peace when thinking of Asiyah. And may Allah (swt) protect them from harm. Ameen.
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geminimoonmama · 4 years
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The Coping Line
I’ve learned a lot about coping over the last few months. I used to think that coping with bad situations or negative emotions meant that you treat them as if they aren’t impacting your life or day-to-day activities. You just carry on as normal with the feelings in the background. Maybe that’s an effective way of coping in some instances. However, coping with the grief and emotions that have come with the death of my daughter has required a different strategy. The way I feel every day is front and center, so I have learned to actively and deliberately cope. 
These days, coping means allowing myself to feel everything, and rearranging my life around those feelings. Coping means prioritizing me. It means that relationships evolve, and endings will be written. Coping means that I respect myself, my triggers, and my own boundaries. To cope, I must draw a line and stay on the right side of it. The wrong side of that line is everything that hinders healing, whether intentional or not. It doesn’t matter what it is. Everything that hurts goes over there, even if it’s not meant to be hurtful. Conversations, images, people, and situations that draw me deeper into my grief hole are on the wrong side of that line. I have to stay on the right side.
The right side has intentional acts of compassion. It’s where I find comfort and validation. It’s where I feel sane, despite my utter lack of control over my emotions. I feel loved on the right side of the line – not just because the word “love” is spoken, but because an act of love is given. It’s where no explanation is necessary, but any explanation is useful. The right side is where I can talk about my emotions, my grief, my trauma, and my experience and not feel judged. I can cry openly and feel safe on the right side of the coping line. I’m free to express myself without the added pressure of trying not to offend anyone. I can be me – the new me – on the right side of the line.
There are very few places I can go that fall on the right side of the line, but those are my favorite places and the only places I will go these days. I use the word “places” figuratively. A place can be a person, a situation, a conversation, a thought, or a literal place. But, they are safe and welcoming. These places may be new. Places that were once on the right side of the line might have migrated over to the wrong side, and vice versa. I cope by taking a step back from time to time and understanding on which side of the line everything and everyone in my life stands. There is no overlapping. Overlap is confusing, and confusion is hurtful.
I’m grateful for this strategy. It’s given me power and control where chaos once lived. The emotional anarchy creeps back in from time to time, but having a coping line is my power, and I always find my way back to the right side.
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Sometimes finding the right words can be so difficult- They really are no “right” words. They are warm embraces, comforting presence & empowering moments. Repost:- @apeaceofgrief (@a_diamondx ) {As we sent words of comfort and love to each other today, she spoke these words to me “May our beautiful boys find each other in heaven too” and it lit up my soul}. SGF is joining in the space where we can stand together in our fears, pain, confusion and anger. Together we are present in our & without judgement in our GRIEF and our sufferings without our babies. 💜🌏🇯🇲 #bereaved #grief #babyloss #bereavement #grieving #prematurelabor #stillbirth #miscarriage #griefsupport #childrensgriefawareness #griefandloss #griefandlosssupport #griefandhealing #griefjourney #healingjourney #bereavedparents #bereavedfather #bereavedmother #healingafterloss #healingprocess #sgf #SGF #tenaciouslysteeringthewounded #individuallyyouhurttogetherweheal #skylargenesisfoundation #skylargenesisfoundationsupportgroup #skylargenesis #skylargenesisbarrant 🎀 (at A Place of Peace) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPBI61iDxkl/?utm_medium=tumblr
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