I really had a good weekend…
Time with my family
Driving through the Riverside National Cemetery and taking time to really wrap my mind and the minds of my family around the true meaning of Memorial Day.
Watching over 6,000 motorcycles parade through town as they honored those who've sacrificed for their country.
For now, that is all the energy I have at this moment to explain my blog silence.
Yesterday was hard…running my bereavement support group is usually enough emotional exertion for one day. I feel so privileged to do it and thankfully, I have the personal resources to handle it.
Yesterday was hard…running my bereavement support group is usually enough emotional exertion for one day. I feel so privileged to do it and thankfully, I have the personal resources to handle it.
But...
Yesterday was different…when I returned to the birth center, I found out that a pregnant mother had died.
A devastated family raced to the hospital after hearing they had lost a precious wife, mother, daughter, sister, niece…
Nurses and doctors attended to their patients with sadness beyond sadness...
Some were at home, tossing in their beds, fighting for sleep, pushing nightmares out of their head, asking God "Why this woman, why me?"....
Oh, how I wish I could give you the details…but it is not the right thing to do
I can tell you this. There truly was nothing that could have saved this poor lady and her baby.
Yesterday was different…when I returned to the birth center, I found out that a pregnant mother had died.
A devastated family raced to the hospital after hearing they had lost a precious wife, mother, daughter, sister, niece…
Nurses and doctors attended to their patients with sadness beyond sadness...
Some were at home, tossing in their beds, fighting for sleep, pushing nightmares out of their head, asking God "Why this woman, why me?"....
Oh, how I wish I could give you the details…but it is not the right thing to do
I can tell you this. There truly was nothing that could have saved this poor lady and her baby.
It was beyond human intervention.
Prayer. Presence. Listening.
These are the only human measures that can benefit the people who mourn this lovely lady and her unborn baby.
Today, I am hurting.
But my pain is minimal compared to that of a family who eagerly anticipated the joy of a new baby, but now plans a funeral.
