Born sleeping - A Fifty Words Story
The pain is still raw, like sandpaper on my heart. The memory of her lifeless body abounds.
I see her in girls her age.
What would she look like?
How soft would her voice be?
It pains me to remember, but how could I forget?
My baby girl, my angel.
This was my entry into @jayna's #fiftywordscontest. This is a great way to get back into writing, hone your writing skills or just try out writing. We are building a super supportive little community here now under the watchful eye of @jayna. I encourage you to give it a go and be sure to check out as many other stories as you can, leave a comment, upvote them if you like what you have read and support each other :o)
This week's prompt was "memory", see @jayna's page for full details.
The picture I used above is not my own and the source is here
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Peace out.
That is a tough subject, @ablaze, but you handled it really well. This story is sweet and sad. Loss is so hard. I am hoping this is not a true story.
Hi @jayna, thanks for the kind words. It is a true story from just over four years ago. It was impossibly hard at the time, but time and our three sons have helped us to stay busy and deal with it as best we could. It goes against the natural cycle of life and it was a very tough time in our lives. We remember her every year with cake at her graveside as the day she died was also the day that she was born. We also release balloons and we love to watch them for as long as we can until they are just a little twinkle way up in the sky.
Her anniversary coincides each year with the Perseid meteor shower which appear as shooting stars, which light up the night sky. They serve as a nice reminder of our little angel in the sky, always shining her light upon our family.
During the meteor shower, we stay out on the family farm in a very remote location in the West of Ireland and have a perfect place to watch the stars/meteors.. The house we stay in has no TV, so there are no distractions and it's a lovely time to down tools and remember our daughter and the boys sister.
I don't often talk openly about it like this, but it feels good to, so thanks for opportunity to do so.
Oh, @ablaze, I am so very sorry. Here I am, having a cry. I cannot imagine that kind of loss. I'm amazed by your story, though, and how you have turned it into a celebration of life. Instead of allowing it to keep your family in a dark place, you have given your boys the gift of working through grief with activities that are meaningful and that help to honor your little girl's short life in a positive way. Thank you for sharing this. It can take a long time to get to the point where really difficult things can come out in our writing. Healing hugs.
Me too. I have many friends who have lost their little one, some still births, and it is amazing how much that can hurt. Some of them never recovered from such losses and the blaming game they played destroyed their lives.
For me the loss of a little one is the most senseless of all. it can't be explained, especially when it occurs tragically.
You have captured that ever lasting pain with this narrator.
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