Secrets We Keep
The stories of our lives come and go so quickly. Some are full of joy, some are sad, and some just break our hearts! These pages are for those of us that have had our hearts broken with the loss of our babies. When we share our stories, we begin a circle of healing. Together we can start to heal our broken hearts.
I invite you to tell the story of your babies’ birth, allow us to honor this precious life and bring you into our circle. You will find space for your story on the next page, Secrets Shared.
Thank You for spending this time with us, and for your courage and willingness to share.
I invite you to tell the story of your babies’ birth, allow us to honor this precious life and bring you into our circle. You will find space for your story on the next page, Secrets Shared.
Thank You for spending this time with us, and for your courage and willingness to share.
Margaret's Story
As a hospice volunteer I met many people. Margaret is the one I will always remember.
On a Sunday Morning I went to meet my new Hospice Patient. Her name was Margaret, she was beautiful, 89 years old and her eyes twinkled. As we were getting acquainted, she asked what I was doing with my life. I told her about a class I was taking on Pregnancy Loss.
Margaret started to cry, I asked her about her tears. She told me that she had lost her only baby when she was 20 years old. I asked her to tell me about her daughter, 69 years later she remembered every finger, toe and curl. She had never shared her story with anyone.
69 Years of a Secret carried. I was forever changed by her story, I made a promise to myself that even though I could not change her story or her loss, I could create a safe space for our stories of loss to be told, held and honored!
On a Sunday Morning I went to meet my new Hospice Patient. Her name was Margaret, she was beautiful, 89 years old and her eyes twinkled. As we were getting acquainted, she asked what I was doing with my life. I told her about a class I was taking on Pregnancy Loss.
Margaret started to cry, I asked her about her tears. She told me that she had lost her only baby when she was 20 years old. I asked her to tell me about her daughter, 69 years later she remembered every finger, toe and curl. She had never shared her story with anyone.
69 Years of a Secret carried. I was forever changed by her story, I made a promise to myself that even though I could not change her story or her loss, I could create a safe space for our stories of loss to be told, held and honored!
