Tag: Rhianna Lily

Grief Is Hard

Grief Is Hard

I haven’t blogged much this week, because you know what grief is hard. You focus so much on the anniversaries, and the birthdays and celebrations that actually those days are never that difficult. Its the days after. They are the ones I feel the worst 

Wave of Light 2021

Wave of Light 2021

We don’t just remember you today. We don’t just miss you today. Every waking moment we think of you, we miss you. In our dreams we live our alternative life with you in it. Our broken hearts carry on forever changed. Forever missing a piece 

Babyloss Awareness Week 2021

Babyloss Awareness Week 2021

It’s babyloss awareness week, and I have to say this week it’s a tough one. I get it. I know why it’s important and it’s so so important. But when your nine years in I think it’s hard to keep going on about the fact 

There’s No Right Way

There’s No Right Way

There’s no right way to grieve. It is a hard thing to realise. But it is the truth. If you talk about your baby or child or any other loss every single day that is ok. If you never mention them that is ok. If 

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month

October is here and October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, with Babyloss Awareness Week in the middle from the 9th to 15th of October. It is a month and week that is important. That should be shouted about. That more people should be 

Grief

Grief

Some days you get through all day with no tears Some days you wake up in tears Some days you cry a little Some days you cry a lot Some days you understand the tears Some days you have no understanding why you are standing 

Grief Isn’t Just Pain

Grief Isn’t Just Pain

Something I have learnt over the years is that grief isn’t just pain. Grief comes in so many different forms and you never know what it will be or how it will hit. It isn’t just pain and tears. It’s anger. It’s hurt. It’s brain 

Just An Earring

Just An Earring

It’s strange what you attach to your baby when they are no longer here. The boys have memory boxes at home. I have their first outfits, they first shoes, and little bits and pieces of things that they loved and that mean a lot to 

You

You

All I want to do is write about you. The one thing I don’t want to do is write about you. So I say nothing. I don’t write. I stay silent. There is nothing I haven’t already said. Nothing is different. The memories are there. 

Tired

Tired

I am tired. Tired of missing you. Tired of feeling this numbness. Tired of celebrations always having a twinge of sadness. Tired of loving children here, and you there. Tired of being split in two. Tired of being the family that lost a baby. Tired