Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Music to my heart

Yesterday marked another day I wish I never had to see , the 5th anniversary of the birth of our stillborn baby ~Charlotte~. I don't write to gain sympathy but to share my feelings and perhaps comfort another walking a similar path.

Unfortunately, as much as I love connecting with others online it can consume our lives if we permit it. Though maybe it isn't such a bad thing on some days.

Yes... sometimes it seems these faceless (well some I have had the privilege of meeting) friends are the ones who communicate more.

I received so many messages on Facebook yesterday and it truly meant more to me than I can say. Simple, beyond measure, words of compassion for my hurting heart. Three family members sent messages too.

I found this ...status shuffle on 'Facebook'
Good friends are those who care without hesitation, who remember without limitation and who love even without communication
I know I do a lot of communicating and connecting online, through email , blog reading and commenting, and lately more Twitter'ing and less of Facebook'ing. I do have real life friends but it seems we are all so busy.

The real life touch is slipping away as we reach for the hand of friendship via a keyboard. My Dh doesn't understand the lure of the laptop and daily web surfing to see what is happening with my dear friends.

I just wanted to say I treasure each comment made and consider it a thoughtful act of friendship -you are all beautiful ;). Your genuine kindness has been much appreciated. Thank you especially for the gentle strength you shared with me.

As it was my DH & I shared a quiet, happy day with our 3yr old sons yesterday, a few hours at a little city beach. It wasn't so much sadness rather enjoying a happy place.

Charlotte was a precious gift ...some people only dream of Angels we cradled one and carry one in our hearts always.
May we never let the things we can't have, or don't have, or shouldn't have, spoil our enjoyment of the things we do have and can have.

These boys are my happy place and their laughter is music to a mother's broken heart.

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