Saturday, August 21, 2010
truth be told
I feel paralyzed this morning. We're supposed to leave in 15 mins to go to the funeral home and I can't even get myself to get dressed, never mind showered. The thought of picking out a baby casket makes me want to puke. I don't want to do this. I wish I would wake up and find this was just a nightmare - it certainly feels like one. God, give me strength
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Stacy,
ReplyDeletewe are thinking of you and Matthew and are praying for strength for you two. I admire your strength, faith, and courage!! All our love
harlee, John, riley
I'm feeling pretty helpless these days. I would like nothing better than to wrap my arms around you like I did many years ago and say "don't worry, honey I'll make it all better"
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Tiny Footprints on a Mother's Heart
ReplyDeleteBy: La Belle Dame Sans Merci"~John Keats 1819
When a baby arrives,
be it for a day, a month, a year or more,
or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment-
the fragile spark of a tender soul
the secret swell of a new pregnancy
the goldfish flutter known to only you-
you are unmistakeningly changed...
the tiny footprints left behind on your heart
bespeak your name as Mother.
My prayers are with you and your familly,
-Lisa Williams-
Stacy, And Family..I just read your blog..I've never been so moved by your courage, Faith, and your strength. I also so admire the name of your new daughter, as I know her grandmother, and she also is a beautiful person, strong,and caring. My thought's and prayers are with you and your entire family.
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