She ‘lost’ a little boy who never took his first breath, she never saw him, smelled him, held him in her arms. He’s not ‘lost’ he was, and still is, held in her heart; she carries him with her – always.
They ‘lost’ their daughter on a fun summer day at the pool, she’ll always be two years old. She isn’t ‘lost’, she’s there in every butterfly that flutters by. She’s there in every beat of its wings and of their hearts.
She ‘lost’ her teenage daughter to suicide, she did everything to protect her, to help her, to love her. She’s not ‘lost’, she’s held in the hearts of everyone, and their were so many, who loved her, whether she believed they did or not.
October is Pregnancy, Infant and Child Loss Month. A month to remember, to mourn and to celebrate the young lives that will always be cherished, lives that are never ‘lost’ because they live in the arms, in the hearts in the natural world of all those who loved them.
Our ‘lost’ children are remembered in the words of poet e.e.cummings: