Welcome to Hope for Grieving Mothers

If you are new to this club (that no one asked to join- the one where your child has died), it is best to start by going to the BOTTOM RIGHT and look at the "Pages" section. Under this section you will find resources for mothers who are grieving the loss of their child. Resources to help your children deal with grief are also grouped together.

Next, feel free to look at the "Blog Archives." There are many topics that you may have an interest in reading. As you girlies know, we now have Teflon brains and often cannot have the focus power that we have had in the past. Feel free to come here often and hopefully you will FEEL the loving support that me and other mamas are sending. Hopefully you will begin to see sparks of hope for your future...

Hugs... Pamela

Friday, May 3, 2013

A lesson from Felicia... Don't Tell Me

Felicia wrote this poem after her son Travis Dye died.  Perhaps some of you mamas can relate to this... I know that for a long long time, I felt this way.  If you've never lost a child, please read this.  It is a painful insight into the horrific physical and emotional pain that a mother feels when her child has been ripped from her. 
 
On the positive side... when you do your grief work, these feelings will decrease and the joy in life will slowly make its way back.  It is a LONG LONG LONG process.  Not even months.  YEARS.  Please support mamas who lose their babies by reading these words.  Please support them for LIFE... not a few weeks or months. 
 
Much love to Felicia for sharing her broken heart with us.  Hugs sister....
Pamela
 
 
 
Don't Tell Me
by Felicia Donovan (written on Friday, July 1, 2011)

Please don't tell me you know how I feel, unless you have loss your son too,
Please don't tell me my broken heart will heal, because that's not true
 
Please don't tell me my son is in a better place, though it is true,
I want him here with me
Don't tell me someday I'll hear his voice, see his face, beyond...
Today I cannot see.
 
Don't tell me its time to move on, because I cannot.
Don't tell me to face the fact that he is gone, because denial is something I cannot stop,
 
Don't tell me to be thankful for the time I had, because I want more,
Don't tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I'll never be as I was before.
 
What you can tell me is you will be here for me.
That's you will listen when I talk of my son.
You can share with me my precious memories.
You can even cry with me for a while, and please don't hesitate to say his name...
Because it is something I long to hear everyday.
 
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
but if you stand by me,
you may like the new person I have become someday. 

Note from Felicia--
I did this what seems so long ago but yet I hurt like it happened yesterday. I love and miss you Travis Dye
 
 

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