Friday, December 26, 2008





Journey of the Magi

- T.S. Eliot

A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times when we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities dirty and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wineskins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.

***










Sunday, November 16, 2008

Gravestone









Sunday, November 2, 2008

Memorial Stone

October was for...

  • grieving
  • reflecting
  • sleeping
  • cooking
  • visiting
  • crying
  • withdrawing
  • eating
  • sharing
  • laughing
  • enduring
  • forgiving
  • hiking
  • ignoring
  • loving
  • expecting
  • praying
  • mourning
  • trusting

Monday, September 15, 2008

Today we found out...


...that she had brown eyes.


My beautiful brown-eyed baby.


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Satisfaction


canned pears
(identified just for you, S!)
:)

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Sisters

Friday, August 22, 2008

Take a Moment...

...to congratulate Molly and her family!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Monday, August 4, 2008

Six Months, This Week...


Thursday, February 7, 2008

Tabitha Grace--born to heaven; missed from earth.



Psalm 84

1 How lovely is your dwelling place,
O LORD Almighty!

2 My soul yearns, even faints,
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God.

3 Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young—
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.

4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.

5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.

6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.

7 They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

8 Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, O God of Jacob.

9 Look upon our shield, O God;
look with favor on your anointed one.

10 Better is one day in your courts
than a thousand elsewhere;
I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than dwell in the tents of the wicked.

11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
the LORD bestows favor and honor;
no good thing does he withhold
from those whose walk is blameless.

12 O LORD Almighty,
blessed is the man who trusts in you.





Thursday, July 31, 2008

Reflection...





Isaiah 40:6-8

6 A voice says, "Cry out."

And I said, "What shall I cry?"
"All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

7 The grass withers and the flowers fall,
because the breath of the LORD blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.

8 The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever."

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Currently Reading

(or recently finished reading)

The Historian, Elizabeth Kostova (SV's choice for Book Club #2)

Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell (a re-read to see if it really as good as I remember it being)

The Reluctant Fundamentalist, Mohsin Hamid (a possible future book club choice)

...and a variety of chick lit type books that, honestly, would just be embarrassing to list here. :)

(but I do really like Sophie Kinsella--I'm not embarrassed about that)

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Summer Sunset

(Rhetorical) Question...

...instead of reflecting on the many compassionate words from family, friends, and (former) strangers, why do I allow myself to dwell on one careless comment from an (almost) stranger?

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Anniversary











Thursday, July 3, 2008

Observation...

...I can look at pictures of Tabitha (and smile or cry).

...I can look at pictures of G (both now and as a baby).

...I can look at pictures of other people's babies (and not always feel that intense wrench in my gut).

...but...

I cannot look at pictures of myself pregnant with Tabitha.

I don't want to hear the present whispering to the past, "You should have-- enjoyed more; taken more time; remembered more; treasured more. You should have..."

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

We've been having a "barn-raising" in our backyard. Yesterday M's family came to help build our new shed. When they were leaving at the end of the day, Grandpa T told G that he was taking G home with him. G started to look a little worried and upset. "Don't you want to come home with me?" asked Grandpa.

"I can't go home with you. I need to stay here because I'm my daddy and mommy's honey!" G finally said.

:)

He sure is...
(pictured here with cousin C)

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Happy Father's Day (in pictures)










Realization...

...today I realized while talking to someone that she has completely forgotten about Tabitha and what has happened to us...

...(and all along I've felt like there's a big sign across my face that says--my baby died--obviously the sign is not as big as I think it is)...

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Thursday, June 5, 2008

A Book I Need To Read...

...but no one has written it yet:

A Woman's Practical Guide To Grieving Graciously: a step-by-step guide for all awkward situations.


What book do you wish someone would write?

:)

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The Worst and the Best...

...things to say when someone returns to work after losing her baby:
  • "So, are you glad to be back?"

  • "Today is a hard day, isn't it?"

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Tomorrow...

25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6: 25-34


...tomorrow I go back to work.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

memories...


...when I remember the day of Tabitha's birth, it seems as though I am watching myself from a distance, as though I am watching a scene in the "third person" (because already, it seems, my only memories are ones informed by photographs)...

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Reading Update and Other Items...

Since several friends in the blogosphere have linked to my site, I'm not really sure of my readership anymore. :) When I started this site, my intent was to keep a record of what I had been reading and (possibly) make some book recommendations to my mom, my sisters, and two other friends (kka and Tanya--that's you!). Now this space has become much more, but reading continues to be a significant part of how I process and deal with things. (And, to satisfy my curiousity, perhaps my repeat visitors might indicate how they got here?)


I haven't really been able concentrate on reading, but I've been "skimming" some books. If you are one of my blog readers who recommended a book to me earlier, please don't think that your recommendations have been ignored. I just need to coordinate thinking of the book with the opportunity to actually acquire it. :) As always, other recommendations are always appreciated.

  • Empty Cradle, Broken Heart: Surviving the Death of Your Baby, Deborah L. Davis. This seems to be the "go to" book for those who have experienced pregnancy loss or the death of an infant. I had a number of people recommend this book to me, and it seems to be the one book that each person I know who has experienced loss has read. Since I had read quite a few books on the subject before I read this one, it didn't seem to say anything new or especially enlightening. It did, however, strike me as very comprehensive and very realistic. If I was not the "reading type" and only wanted one book on the topic of grieving for your baby, this book would have done the job very well.

  • After the Darkest Hour, the Sun Will Shine Again: A Parent's Guide to Coping With the Loss of a Child, Elizabeth Mehren. I have to confess that I did not like this book very much. Perhaps it would be more relevant to someone who has experienced the loss of an older child, rather than a stillbirth (?). The book has 18 short chapters, and each chapter has a "feature story" about a family that has experienced loss. I suppose the intention is to show the reader that s/he is not alone, that others have faced the death of a child and have survived it. I'm willing to concede that this book might merit a second reading, that my judgment may be unfair because I was looking for something else while I was reading it. But, at this point, it isn't a book that I would offer to my grieving friend.

  • A Silent Sorrow: Pregnancy Loss (Guidance and Support for You and Your Family), Ingrid Kohn, M. S. W. and Perry-Lynn Moffitt, with Isabelle A. Wilkins, M. D. Like the first book listed here, this book is a fairly comprehensive one. A lot of the content focuses on different medical conditions and situations that contribute to pregnancy loss, and so didn't really apply to my situation. The book lends itself, however, to selective reading--that is allowing the reader to pick and choose chapters and sections that are relevant and applicable. As such, it is a very comprehensive book and one that I would give to someone who had experienced a loss recently.

  • One Year Book of Hope, Nancy Guthrie. This book was recommended and given to me by a dear friend. It is a daily devotional that is organized by week and by theme. The content and focus allows for ups and downs of grief--you do not need read this book chronologically. As anyone who is going through the "grief journey" knows, the movement through grief is not linear. One does not pass through a stage of grief and complete it. Each day contains forward and backward and repeated steps--so much so that I often feel like I am making no "progress" at all. This devotional, however, brings me back to God's Word and allows me, in some overall-sense, to recognize that I am being carried forward in my grief--carried forward by God's grace.
In other reading...

Each week I come home from the library with a bag full of books that have caught my eye, but don't get read. This week I made a concerted effort to actually sit and read. Next week is a meeting for Book Club #2 (which I may or may not attend). The choice is The Colony of Unrequited Dreams, by Wayne Johnston. I have read this book before, as well as The Custodian of Paradise (see my comments here). This book is described as
at once a mystery and a love story spanning five decades and an epic portrait of passion and ambition set against the beautiful, brutal landscape of Newfoundland. In this widely acclaimed novel Johnston has created two of the most memorable characters in recent fiction: Joey Smallwood, who claws his way up from poverty to become Newfoundland's first premier; and Sheilagh Fielding, who renounces her father's wealth to become a popular columnist and writer, a gifted satirist who casts a haunting shadow on Smallwood's life and career.
Although I haven't been reading as closely and carefully as the book deserves, I am enjoying it. It is especially interesting to read in the light of The Custodian of Paradise, as many of the interactions between Smallwood and Fielding take on a more significant dimension if the reader remembers Fielding's "account" of the events.

Book Club # 1 meets the following week. Again, the choice is a book that I have read before: No Great Mischief, by Alistair MacLeod. Since being introduced to his short stories in a university English course, MacLeod has been one of my favourite Canadian authors. Maybe next week I'll write more about this book.

***

And finally...this is something that really deserves its own post, but here it is--advice needed. For those of you who have had to choose a grave marker for your child(ren), how did you choose what to put on it (beyond name and date)? I have only been to graveyard once since we buried Tabitha. I don't think I'll go back until we have a marker for her, but we have been putting it off. To me, this seems like the final act, the last thing we have to do to make her death real. I dread it but also need it to be done to feel like we are acknowledging our daughter properly...sweet baby Tabitha...




Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Thursday, May 8, 2008

3 months (yesterday)...

...(and it feels like only yesterday)...

I have no profound thoughts, no inspirational messages...that doesn't mean I've given in to despair...but I am experiencing the complete inability to sustain a focused thought, the complete inability to be articulate and expressive...

So rather than try to write something that I might second-guess or that doesn't really say what I mean, I thought I'd share some pictures of G at around 3 months. (This is the first time since Tabitha was born that I have been able to look at G's baby pictures...)

He sure was cute...(and still is)




...bright eyes...



...so chubby...






...Mama's boy...

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Beaming...



...because G loves his new bike...
:)

Thursday, May 1, 2008

I'm Still Here...





...but it's so hard...(because she's not).