thank u yall help me at my worst times becuse yall know the pain

Gailm I am not sure if you have figured it out yet... But it appears that a new member cynthia ie baby.cynthia29@yahoo.com is not really looking for grief support. I received a private message from her that suggests a longer term sexual relationship. Not only that if you look at her comments as of June 28th you will see dozens of them and they are not comment but form letters. Yahoo is well known for infiltrating site with their pornographic advertising which come from "mostly" underage Asian girls.

Would you please mention this to someone that can look into it? Thanks. I hope I am wrong.

Thank you for the birthday wishes for Jayson. We all love and miss him so much! blessings honey...

Thank you so much!
He was trying so hard. My heart is broken

Gail, thank you for the beautiful and heartfelt words! I have received sympathies from people who say things like "it must be difficult" or "I know how you feel" but when I ask how they were able to work through the loss of their child they reply with something like "oh, I have never lost a child but I can imagine". I have literally quit going out and taking phone calls. I will only talk to certain family members and I only communicate with all others via email or text. I know they mean well but it just makes me angry because "you cannot imagine the pain and suffering I am going through"! The best sympathies I have received are store bought sympathy cards that have been signed with love, prayers and thoughts. Sometimes less is better.
My thoughts and prayers are with you, too.

A SALUTE TO MOMS ABLE TO CARRY ON
BY: Erma Bombech
May 13, 1995



If you’re looking for an answer this Mothers Day on why God reclaimed your child, I don’t know.
I only know that thousands of mothers out there desperately need an answer as to why they were permitted to go through the elation of carrying a child and then lose it to miscarriage, accident, violence, disease, or drugs.
Motherhood isn’t just a series of contractions; it’s a state of mind. From the moment we know life is inside us, we feel responsibility to protect and defend that human being. It’s a promise we can’t keep. We beat ourselves to death over that pledge, “If I hadn’t worked through the eighth month.” “If I had taken him to the doctor when he had a fever.” “If I hadn’t let him use the car that night.” “If I hadn’t been so naive, I’d have noticed he was on drugs.
The longer I live, the more convinced I become that surviving changes us. After the bitterness, the anger, the guilt, and the despair are tempered by time, we look at life differently.
While I was writing my book, “I Want to Grow Hair, I Want to Grow Up, I Want to Go to Boise,” I talked with mothers who had lost a child to cancer. Every single one said that death gave their new lives meaning and purpose. And who do you think prepared them for the tough, lonely road they had to travel? Their dying child. They pointed their mothers toward the future and told them to keep going. The children had already accepted what their mothers were fighting to reject.
The children in the bombed out nursery in Oklahoma City have touched more lives than they will ever know. Workers who had probably given their kids a mechanical pat on the head without thinking that morning were making calls home during the day to their children to say, “I love you.”
This may seem like a strange Mothers Day column – a day when joy and life abound for the millions of mothers throughout our country. But it’s also a day of appreciation and respect. I can think of no mothers who deserve it more than those who had to give a child back.
In the face of adversity we are not permitted to ask, “Why me?” You can ask, but you won’t get an answer. Maybe you are the instrument who is left behind to perpetuate the life that was lost and appreciate the time you had with it.
The late Gilda Radner summed it up pretty well. “I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned the hard way that some poems don’t rhyme and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”

"Hope" is the thing with feathers...
That perches in the soul...
And sings the tune without words...
And never stops at all.....
(Emily Dickinson