A column written for the Dallas Morning News on June 16, 2019 by DeAndrea DareNothing can be said that can fix this pain or mend the hole in your heart that is the exact shape of your child. There is nothing that can be done to fill that void. But, what those of us who grieve our children who died want to tell you is this.To the dads who grieve on Father's Day:A day like today is bittersweet. It is a day of celebration and honor, a day set aside to say thank you, to you. But the one (or ones) who should be thanking you, giving you cards, presenting you with yet another tie, are not here. It is a day filled with what should be, but what is not. Of what could have been, but instead is so different.What can we say on this day, where words fall
The following was published in the Dallas Morning News on 5-12-17. Mother's Day for many is a celebration full of great joy. For others, it is one of the hardest days of the year. Advertisers deem that the day be full of beautiful pictures and posts on social media, balloons, flowers, cards, sunshine and fancy brunches. But for many the day is a reminder of the empty chair, the phone call that will not come, the handmade cards scrawled with "Mommy" that will not be created. It's another day filled with the what-ifs, the should-have-beens, and the hopes and dreams that did not turn out as planned. For some, the day is hard because their mothers are no longer living. Many have always missed the presence of supporting and loving mothers in their lives. For others, Mother's Day is a day of longing for children they have can't have.
Grieving during the holiday's can be an incredible winding path to navigate. As the holiday lights twinkle and radios play It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year on repeat, those whose hearts are breaking find themselves trying to survive while seemingly swimming upstream. This year, with the additional challenge and isolation of a global pandemic, the holiday's look and feel very different. A Memory Grows believes that we are stronger together. We know that the journey of grief after the death of a child can be the loneliest road, we want you to know that you are not alone. Below you will find additional resources that are meant to be tools to navigating this season. We would love for you to join us for one of our A Memory Grows December Community and Support Groups which can be found here: https://amemorygrows.org/community-and-support/. If you find yourself needing extra support during this season,
This is an excerpt from a post done by CarlyMarie on June 15, 2015. This year, her website unexplainedly disappeared and CarlyMarie has not been able to rebuild it. Because of that we could not link to it. We have a link to an archived page but we don't know how long that will be available so we have tried to reproduce the text from the archived page below. August 19th – Day of Hope – The Prayer Flag Project – 2015 WELCOME The August 19th – Day of Hope Prayer Flag Project is a profoundly moving, poignant and healing event that was created to help inspire people who have experienced the death of a baby or child to create meaning amongst their grief. Not only is this project an incredibly touching way to honour these children’s lives, it also helps to break the silence surrounding the death of
It is a place I've been going to for years. I always feel like a walking fashion faux pas the minute I step foot in the doors. My friend Kristie and I have spent many an hour shopping and watching movies there. Aaron and I look forward to driving to Dallas to eat at our favorite restaurant Maggiano's for special occasions. And for the past 15 years I have gone with my sister and her four boys during Christmas to experience Santa. NorthPark Center has always been one of my favorite spots in Dallas. Our family does not have a lot of traditions, but going to NorthPark at Christmas is one that we look forward to every year. When my nephews were younger we would go early to get a number to see Santa, which meant that even though we got there when it opened or before we wouldn't
My name is Lisa Dalton. I am a mother of 4 living children and 2 sweet babies who will forever be alive in my heart and in my memories. This is my story… My husband and I knew we wanted a large family and we were happily on our way. We had 3 beautiful children, one boy and two girls. In March of 2003 my 4th pregnancy ended abruptly in a miscarriage at 9 weeks. We named our tiny baby Alyssa. I was pregnant again quite quickly and found out we were expecting a little boy the following February. After my previous miscarriage, I was grateful to make it through the first trimester. I anticipated this child’s birth with great joy. Benjamin was born full term at 9# 11oz in February of 2004. Benjamin was a healthy baby with a lusty cry and a sweet spirit. He smiled often