Bereavement, Writing
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“Dear Parent…”

“Dear parent of a gravely ill child,

Or a perfectly healthy little one.

This letter is for you.

And you.

You worry about their fate.

You want the best for them, of course you do.

Your love is deep and wide and reached to the very heart of God.

If only love was enough…

You trust your God to protect them out of harm’s way.

No matter what your God is.

Whether it is Allah or Buddha or Yahveh.

Or karma.

Or the Virgin Mary.

Or Mother Earth.

We all need to trust in something bigger than ourselves.

I trust in God.

I trusted in God with my baby boy.

I am sure parents of any denomination, faith, affiliation, belief or lack of will tell you all the same thing: they trusted too.

They trusted in the universe to do what our most innate instinct tells us it is the right thing.

The innocent, the pure, the beautiful.

The vulnerable.

They certainly will be spared the pain.

They will certainly be protected from the worst.

And we did the praying. And the believing.

And the positive thinking.

And the good deeds.

And the giving.

And the pouring of ourselves.

In the hope

In the hope that nothing bad will touch our most loved ones.

But let me tell you something.

And I know you don’t want to hear it.

You will probably scream at the screen as you read this.

You will call me names.

Profane.

Shameless.

Godless.

But this is the truth.

The truth we lived.

The truth we live.

A whole silent community of us.

Of any denomination, belief, religion or lack of.

THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES.

THERE IS NO MANIPULATION OF THE ALMIGHTY.

THERE IS NO SAVING POWERS IN OUR ACTS.

If God or Allah or Buddha or Mother Nature,

No matter what you believe in,

If He decided your child’s time is up.

There is nothing you can do to delay it or change it.

So, hear me out.

Love your children now.

Do what you can with them and for them now.

Lavish your attention, your care, your time on creating memories.

Happy memories.

Indulge them.

Spoil them.

Cherish them.

Because we, the parents from the bereaved club, the club no-one wants to ever be part of.

We can all testify and say.

There are no guarantees.

The time is now.

To love.

To foolishly, wholeheartedly and lavishly love your children.”

Love,

A MUM LIVING IN THE NOW.

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Mum of one beautiful girl on earth and one sweet baby boy in heaven. Daughter of a wonderful woman. Wife of a very entrepreneurial man.

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