Clubbed

There's this 'club'. It's membership grows every day.

If you've lost a child.

If you've held your child in your arms while they took their last breath.
Or they never breathed at all.

If you're trying to figure out how to explain to your children why their sibling lives in 'heaven'.
If they wave and say 'hi' every time they drive past a cemetary.

If there are tiny hats
or bracelets
or blankets
or teddy bears
or tear stained pictures
that you hold onto to try and remember.
to try and fill the huge hole.
to try and keep you close to them.

If you go to places like this to feel at home, and know you're not alone.

You're in the club.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry you joined. So so very sorry.

I hope it helps, even just a tiny bit, to know that you are not, and will never be alone. There are so many of us, and we feel your heartache. We cry tears for your child, and our child, and all the children who are loved and missed and remembered every minute of every day.

And every time we get a new member, we cry again.