in the land of the dead...
Sitting here in the aftermath of the anniversary of Sept. 11, 2001, the day was spent in deep reflection of the lives lost in that horrible tragedy. I watched the different shows. Listening to all the stories of mothers and fathers and brother and sisters and husbands and wives lost in the terrible rubble. Leaving those left behind to pick up the pieces. The whole world grieved with those families and it was a good and patriotic thing to do.
My heart broke hearing the stories and I knew their pain. I began praying for their comfort and sense of peace. My mind began to wonder about the rest of us grieving for our babies. They were not lost in the rubble. They did not have the whole world grieving for them. No flags, no songs, no fitting tributes to recognize their short lives here with us.
Does that make their lives have less meaning?
I asked myself why is it ok for the world to grieve for those lost in
a national tragedy, yet we as bereaved parents are urged to move on, to
get over our children dying and to begin life anew. In the words of a
nursing teacher as told to Susan, a bereaved mum, "You need to stop
living in land of
All of us are left to piece together our lives. Quickly all our hopes
and dreams went to hell in a hand basket. We are left to find some semblance
of normalcy. We are trying to find what we call "a new
My son did not have the chance to say his first words, to crawl or to
even hear his mum say "I love you." He will not go to school,
will not marry, nor will he have the chance to experience this world in
which we live. His father will never teach him baseball or give him pony
rides. Nor will he be able to
So just like 911 survivors and all the bereaved parents, I will put one
foot in front of the other and go forward. Going forward does not mean
forgetting, it means just that going forward, with my baby