Finding the right words…

This week the blogging community have been devastated by the news of the tragic loss of a darling little girl called Matilda Mae.

Jennie broke the devastating news to us all on Twitter and Facebook. News that left us all shocked and wanting to help and support her and her family in any way we could.

Many don’t understand the blogging world, or the supportive ‘big comfy room’ of Twitter. Sometimes you can say something, just because it needs to be said. you know people are reading, and sometimes they respond and it makes you feel you are not alone.

As a blogging community we all pull together when people need support, need advice or just need a virtual piece of cake, but this week I’ve seen the community go above and beyond anything before. Such compassion, such love and such wonderful support to a wonderful mother who has had her baby taken away from her.

Reading Jennies tweets has been heartbreaking, and knowing what to say in response is even harder, but reply I have, because I’ve wanted to join the huge hug that has gone out to her. The huge support that I hope, in some way, is helping her through such a terrible time.

My lovely mum lost my brother to cot death in the late 60′s before I was born. Back in those days people really didn’t talk about death, they didn’t talk about feelings and there was no support. Because of this, my mum to this day finds it very difficult to talk about him, or what happened and it breaks my heart. So for me, seeing Jennie openly ‘talking’ about her feelings and Matilda Mae makes me feel in some way peaceful.

I still can’t find the right words for Jennie and her family, and I can’t begin to image the pain they are going through, but I can share my thoughts, and love and let them know that I am thinking of them all, especially their beautiful little girl.

So instead of trying to find the right words, I found a poem…

Remembering by Elizabeth Dent 

 

Go ahead and mention my child.

The one that died, you know.

Don’t worry about hurting me further.

The depth of my pain doesn’t show.

Don’t worry about making me cry.

I’m already crying inside.

Help me to heal by releasing

The tears that I try to hide.

I’m hurt when you just keep silent,

Pretending she didn’t exist.

I’d rather you mention my child,

Knowing that she has been missed.

You asked me how I was doing.

I say “pretty good” or “fine”.

But healing is something ongoing.

I feel it will take a lifetime.

Jennie and her family are asking people to donate to Bliss in a special fund for helping tiny babies in rememberance of Matilda Mae