| “To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to, who wouldn’t do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about, God in His mercy… Oh, if he really does exist Why did he desert me? |
In my hour of need I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally It seems to me that there are more hearts Broken in the world That can’t be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do?” |
– Gilbert O’Sullivan |
The following posts regarding neonatal loss may mention subsequent pregnancy/child.
The posts are separated below into years from the event of my daughter’s death, as an illustration of how inner ramblings/writing and expression change and develop over the passage of that frienemy of the grieving parent: Time. You may also like to browse stories by readers as they submit their journeys in writing, via this link (categorised under Your Stories in the blog menu).
After two years:
A memory like a smack in the kisser July 3, 2006
After three years:
The “get on with it” method and why it doesn’t work (***living child mentioned***) May 21, 2007
After four years:
From Dolly to tears in three songs February 15, 2008
When? Never, that’s when April 17, 2008
Weeping world November 11, 2008 (includes extract from my unpublished memoir)
After five years:
The first rose March 13, 2009
After six years:
Questions about questioning loss January 22, 2010
A real man April 5, 2010
I wish I had a river August 6, 2010, 2010
After seven years:
Dear Plato February 11, 2011 (***living child mentioned***)
You Are There July 9, 2011
Remembered into being December 30, 2011
After eight years
What is “Real”? The skin horse was right June 25, 2012
We’re all connected: Tears on a branch May 12, 2012
