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We are connected, My child and I, By an invisible cord, Not seen by the eye. It’s not like the cord That connects us ‘til birth This cord can’t be seen By any on earth. This cord does its work Right from the start. It binds us together Attached to my heart. I know that it’s there Though no one can see The invisible cord From my child to me. The strength of this cord Man could create It withstands the test Can hold any weight. And though you are gone, Though you’re not here with me, The cord is still there But no one can see. It pulls at my heart I am bruised.. I am sore, But this cord is my lifeline As never before. I am thankful that God Connects us this way A mother and child Death can’t take away!
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this is my story of dealing. You have helped me in the past. It’s just kind of an update on where I am if you care.
This was submitted to me! What a beautiful video and story. I’m so sorry for your loss, thank you so much for the update! Of course I care!
Short passage from Blue Moon by Alyson Noel. This one really hit home.
Just wanted you to know that I still think of you every day, especially at Christmas time. You’re an angel baby I wish I would have gotten to see open presents today.
Love you.

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I really hope this is true. I’m having an increasingly difficult time as Christmas is approaching because my first angel would’ve been due on Christmas and I also would’ve been 12 weeks with my second, so we had planned to announce it to everyone on Christmas.. Now I just feel empty and it hurts. I have to believe its for a greater purpose, a greater good. #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #babyloss #mybabyhaswings #mybabieshavewings #miscarriagesupport #miscarriageawareness #miscarriagesurvivor #survivor #christmasinheaven #christmas #grief #loss #livingwithgrief #depression #ptsd #ppd
“Grief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, remembers me of all his gracious parts, stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; then, have I reason to be fond of grief?”
— William Shakespeare (King John, Act III, Scene IV)