Somebody's Everything



There are two little souls that have had an enormous impact on my life, two people that I wouldn’t be the same without, two people I never even met. I’d like to talk about something that most of us don’t even want to think about. Today, many of you will be unaware, is an International Day of Hope. A day for parents who have experienced the unimaginable, the death of a child. For people who have never experienced such a lose it is hard to imagine, and our instincts may be to avoid the issue altogether. It’s easier not to dwell on it and just hope to god that you will never have to. But for the grieving parents this lack of acknowledgement only rubs salt into an already gaping wound.

I know I will speak to my children about Paisley and Ari, two beautiful angels that were taken much, much too soon. Their mummies are without a doubt the most amazing, inspiring people I have ever met. I am in constant awe of them. If you know some one who has experienced the lose of a child, no matter how long they have been living with the grief, don’t be afraid to speak to them about it in the fear that you will say something wrong. Nothing could be more wrong or more hurtful than saying nothing. Don’t be afraid to say the child’s name. Because they had a name, they were a person, they were (and are) somebody's everything. They deserve to be acknowledged.

"August 19th is a day to break down the walls of society that keep pregnancy, infant and child loss a hush hush subject. People view the death of a baby as just a sad thing that happened. These babies that die are not sad things that happen. They are people, much loved and wanted children. They are brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, grandsons and granddaughters." ~Carly Marie Dudley~