Reflections on the Memorial

Oh, the memorial has helped me so much. It was supposed to be for Serenity, but I think it has really done something for me. 

Now, something other than dead baby thoughts pop into my mind. Now, it is something a friend said, or a hug, or a smile, or the tears I saw in some many eyes. I am so touched by everyone standing there to support us.  

I feel that my burden of grief was lifted from my shoulders and distributed amongst all of my friends.  I am so grateful for this that it makes me cry. (Well, that could also be the music I am listening to, some of the songs from the service)

I am so happy that dh and I could show a glimpse of our love for our daughter to our friends. 

The butterflies were a release of joy.  Some took off and soared away. Others lingered, one until the song ended.  Many folks commented that maybe that butterfly was a special one. 

My friend gave my husband and I each a balloon. She told me that her kids and her write notes to their dad/dh and send them on balloons.  My husband and I wrote Serenity notes on our balloons and released them this morning.  Oh, they flew away so quickly.