It has been seven years since we met Samuel and let him go. Seven years since my heart was ripped out of my chest, pounded on with a meat cleaver and shoved back in its cavity. Seven years since my life was changed forever.
Seven years.
In seven years, many good things have happened as well.
Adin was born into our family. We moved to Hernando, Mississippi. Many new faces have joined our lives as close friends. Noah has gotten healthier as we found a doctor who understood more of what he needed. Jason started a business. I developed a passion for helping families grieving the loss of a child.
Remembering Your Baby was born seven years ago at the death of my child. I didn't know it at the time and God knew in His timing, his will for my life would be revealed through this organization. God's plan was so much bigger than I ever would have imagined. I would have never met some of the people I know now had Samuel not been born to heaven seven years ago today.
When I was first told that Samuel would not survive, I sought the refuge of the internet. I found a group of ladies on a message board who welcomed me in though I had not delivered my child who was going to die. That group loved on me and took care of my emotional needs as I prepared for the birth and death of my child. Over the years, that group of ladies has stayed in my heart and on my mind though I do not converse with them daily as I used to. They have meant more to me than they will ever know. I dedicate this blog to them.
