This afternoon, we attended the annual Forget Me Not service organised by the Northern Ireland Children’s Hospice for the first time.
It was as emotional and raw and sweet and consoling as we had expected.
We cried and we remembered our precious children and we smiled at the memories we had made with them in the hospice.
Collective grief. Collective mourning. Collective beauty rising from the ashes of loss…
We heard about love that transcends death and time and makes a way for our emotions to find our lost beloved babes.
The pain of grief was compared to the thorn and the forget me not flower.
Grief is and forever will be for every parent and relative present there a painful reminder of what we have lost and also the ultimate indicator of how much we have loved.
Sorrow and sweetness, amalgamated in one.
Pain and endurance, blended together.
Coming together like this was sweet and sour as well.
It was like a soothing balm to be given the chance to remember our precious children in such a beautiful and dignified way. But it was also very painful, the visible reminder of so many young lives lost and so many families devastated by death.
Tomorrow will mark the beginning of the Children’s Hospice Week in the UK.
Please consider also donating to a hospice nearby you, so that the wonderful but heartbreaking task of providing palliative care to terminally or very ill children will continue to be provided at the same excellent level.
With my heart full of pride and sorrow at the thought of a little baby boy who has made his way into the light before me, I bid you all good night.
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