There are too many of us. We extend all around the globe. Each of us has lost a child. Whether it be from a car accident or cancer, a gun shot or by suicide, these children are gone from us, having taken a part of our hearts. A hole is left. We miss them like crazy.
Some days we think we are going crazy. Crazy from missing them, from wishing, from wondering. Crazy from wanting to hear their laughter, their voices. A little mad from the yearning, from the questioning---why?
We are the Hole in the Heart Club. We didn't ask to become members. We loved our children.
We still love them.
But for whatever reason, that wasn't enough. Our love couldn't save them.
So we remember. Laughter, gestures, funny sayings, food stories, vacation tales.
Sunday is National Children's Memorial Day. On this day every year we light our candles in a worldwide celebration of those young lives who once graced our days with love and laughter. We join as one voice to let the world know that a child gone much too soon is always remembered.
Always.
"Who will remember those who no longer sing on earth?
We, who hear their songs from Heaven."
I will be lighting my candle in memory of the love and life of my four-year-old son, Daniel.
I love you, Wild Boy.
.jpg)
* Songs From Heaven * red oak plaques can be ordered from Carved By Heart.
