Mother's Day happens to fall on the anniversary of my second son Kasimir's birth. He was born May 13, 2003 and died the next day. I think about his short life and a terrible ache clenches my heart. Although the scars tragedy leaves behind are reminders of my struggle, death hasn't beaten me. Death has stolen my angel - three of my angels, but it (death) hasn't bound me with unforgiveness or, it's close cousin, bitterness. I'm not clothed in anger or fear. I refuse to drown in guilt or remain paralyzed by pain.
Instead, I hold the memories of my precious children close as I rise above the ashes. I can't change what has happened, but with each day I have looked for ways to replace the sorrow with joy. And to reclaim life more abundantly.
I encourage you to do the same. As we well know, life is fleeting. Make the most of the days until our blessed reunion with our little ones.
Hugs,
Sharee
