Your words are heartbreakingly raw and beautifully brave. The depth of your love for Rowan and the pain of what could have been is palpable in every line. I’m so deeply sorry for this grief you’re carrying—grief that lives not just in your heart but in every part of your body.
Rowan’s presence, though fleeting, has left an indelible mark on your soul. The "what-ifs" and those two inches weigh so heavily, and it’s okay to feel devastated, shattered, and irrevocably changed. Your body remembers because it held Rowan with a love so profound that even loss cannot erase it.
You have such strength in sharing this pain, Amanda. It’s a strength that honors Rowan and reminds us all of the love and resilience within you, even in this agony. Please know you are not alone in this journey. Rowan’s memory will always matter, and so do you.
Heather, I have no words to adequately express how much your comment impacted my heart and soul. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time and energy not just to read my post, but actually feel it, and to be so open in your response, to be so comforting and validating, for truly seeming to understand what I feel - which is the whole reason I returned to writing in the first place. I’m honored and overwhelming grateful for the compassion you shared with me and for Rowan. I’m truly touched.
As one grieving mother to another, I want you to know that I see you, I feel your pain, and my heart aches with yours. Your words bring me back to a part of my soul that still holds the loss of my twin daughters, who I said goodbye to at 6 ½ months pregnant, 29 years ago.
There are no words to fully capture the depth of the heartbreak we carry. Grief doesn’t just live in the heart; it echoes through every part of the body, as if our very cells remember what was and what could have been. Like you, I know the weight of the "what-ifs"—the dreams we held for them, the moments we’ll never share, and the reality of how close they were to being here with us.
You’re not alone in this devastation. The pain may shift with time, but it never truly leaves; it becomes part of us, woven into the fabric of who we are. And though it hurts unbearably, our love for them remains eternal and untouchable.
Thank you for your courage in sharing Rowan’s story. It honors their memory and creates space for all of us who carry similar losses. I am holding you in my heart, Amanda, and sending you love and strength as you navigate this incredibly hard journey.
Amanda,
Your words are heartbreakingly raw and beautifully brave. The depth of your love for Rowan and the pain of what could have been is palpable in every line. I’m so deeply sorry for this grief you’re carrying—grief that lives not just in your heart but in every part of your body.
Rowan’s presence, though fleeting, has left an indelible mark on your soul. The "what-ifs" and those two inches weigh so heavily, and it’s okay to feel devastated, shattered, and irrevocably changed. Your body remembers because it held Rowan with a love so profound that even loss cannot erase it.
You have such strength in sharing this pain, Amanda. It’s a strength that honors Rowan and reminds us all of the love and resilience within you, even in this agony. Please know you are not alone in this journey. Rowan’s memory will always matter, and so do you.
Sending you love and light in this moment.
Heather, I have no words to adequately express how much your comment impacted my heart and soul. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time and energy not just to read my post, but actually feel it, and to be so open in your response, to be so comforting and validating, for truly seeming to understand what I feel - which is the whole reason I returned to writing in the first place. I’m honored and overwhelming grateful for the compassion you shared with me and for Rowan. I’m truly touched.
Amanda,
As one grieving mother to another, I want you to know that I see you, I feel your pain, and my heart aches with yours. Your words bring me back to a part of my soul that still holds the loss of my twin daughters, who I said goodbye to at 6 ½ months pregnant, 29 years ago.
There are no words to fully capture the depth of the heartbreak we carry. Grief doesn’t just live in the heart; it echoes through every part of the body, as if our very cells remember what was and what could have been. Like you, I know the weight of the "what-ifs"—the dreams we held for them, the moments we’ll never share, and the reality of how close they were to being here with us.
You’re not alone in this devastation. The pain may shift with time, but it never truly leaves; it becomes part of us, woven into the fabric of who we are. And though it hurts unbearably, our love for them remains eternal and untouchable.
Thank you for your courage in sharing Rowan’s story. It honors their memory and creates space for all of us who carry similar losses. I am holding you in my heart, Amanda, and sending you love and strength as you navigate this incredibly hard journey.
With love and understanding,