Another month is gone. Another 30 days have passed in our lives without our children who flew too soon. To them, it is effortless to exist in the ethers of our tangible lives, to appear in a red leaf, or a rainbow. For us, seeing them in the world is a journey of its own.
We hold tight to their belongings like a toddler with a non-swayable gift of object permanence: Pictures, locks of hair, stuffed bunnies bought early in the pregnancy, the first book on the bookshelf, the date circled in red on the calendar, the figurine sent by a loved one, the "anniversaries" of conception, death, and delivery, the memoralizing jewlery around our wrists and necks, and forever we hold the memories of our pregnancy, 6 weeks or 36, they will always be ours.
I have started a Angel Wall in my office. I want to see the faces, names, and /or due dates of all our angels. I want to be surrounded by their being as I sit and work everyday. I want to smile broadly oozing pride when a guest enters my home and inquires, "What is that on your wall?". I will answer, "Angels of all ages".
If you would like your angel on the wall please email me at carajer@tds.net. Include any or all of these: a picture of your baby, his or her name, and the date they flew.
I will treat them with respect. I will honor them and their parents as I look over each and every one before starting work. I shudder think how quickly the day will come when I will not be able to see even a slice of the light blue paint on my walls.
Here's to each and every one of you, your journey of grief and your sweet babies.
The print under our angels is my U.T.E.R.U.S purchase through Kate's Etsy shop. It is perfect! The shimmering light on the bridge represents all our chrildren.
A Common Soul,
Cara
UPDATE: OUR WALL AFTER JUST 2 DAYS. WE ARE GROWING - IN MEMORIES.


