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heavy, hollow | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. April 14, 2015. But sometimes, your absence hits me like a punch in the gut, and I feel you, heavy and hollow beneath my ribs, my ghost belly. I want to curve around you protectively and weep and weep for all that we have lost. This entry was posted in Reflections. 2 thoughts on “ heavy, hollow. April 15, 2015 at 2:21 pm. Yes Exactly this. But you said it better than I could. Lately more gut punches for some reason. Always My 3 Boys.
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two and a half (the loss of you) | These are the things I'm made of
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These are the things I'm made of. Grieving the loss of our stillborn son. June 28, 2015. Two and a half (the loss of you). Walking through the house claiming rooms. Touching this, touching that. Standing on tiptoes to see over. Crouching down to peer under. Your chubby legs, in shorts for the summer, lengthening. Able to climb onto the sofa without a stool, then onto the bed. Sitting at the table sometimes instead of your high chair. Your babbles. Your first words. Complete sentences. There are still a h...
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little sun | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. On December 5th, 2012, my first child, my magnificient little sun, was born. the next day, we lost him to meningitis. he was the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen, and without him the world feels dark and empty. this is my place to grieve, to share memories and to talk about life following the loss of the person i loved most in the world. 15 thoughts on “ little sun. 21 April 2013 at 22:23. 21 April 2013 at 22:53. 22 April 2013 at 20:26. Fertility U...
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le petit soleil | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. Author Archives: le petit soleil. About le petit soleil. Babylost expat mama trying to follow the sun after losing mine. Where donuts are made. Continue reading →. This entry was posted in Athens. The kindness of strangers. By le petit soleil. With my heart in a choke hold. This entry was posted in grief. By le petit soleil. Je ne vais pas bien. Je ne vais pas bien. How is it that i am still here? Written for Nick Drake). By le petit soleil. Why did i...
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helping Sadie and Girl Wonder (update 2) | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. Helping Sadie and Girl Wonder (update 2). I’m back with another quick update on the fundraiser for Sadie over at Invincible Spring. You, dear, wonderful, generous readers….you are renewing my shaky faith in the goodness of humans. we’ve collected enough so far for a. Nice stroller/pram and carrier as well as other baby-related bits and bobs. i’m sure this will be immensely helpful to them. Once again, thank you! By le petit soleil. 7 July 2014 at 07:14.
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helping (update) | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. Just a quick update on my post from yesterday. First of all, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has donated so far. i am just overwhelmed and touched by the generosity that people have been showing, and i know that Sadie is as well. I just wanted to let everyone know that Sadie’s blog, Invincible Spring. That i’ve remedied the problem, but if you are still encountering this particular problem, please let me know via email (followingmysun@gmail....
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coming into color | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. I don’t feel like i have much to say these days. mostly i draw. unlike a few weeks ago, i don’t feel angry or crushed, just resigned, and i find myself putting one foot in front of the other without thinking too much about where i’m going. So we are slowly climbing out of the dark hole we’ve been in and from there back onto that unpredictable horse. i wouldn’t say that i’m hopeful, but at least i’m still moving my feet. This entry was posted in Froggy.
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a wing, a torch, a promise | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. A wing, a torch, a promise. That 23-year-old girl seems a lot wiser than her 40-something-year-old incarnation. i do so hope she and Hazrat Inayat Khan are right…. This entry was posted in family. By le petit soleil. Waiting for good flow. Waiting for a silver lining →. 2 thoughts on “ a wing, a torch, a promise. 25 March 2014 at 03:32. Thanks to both you and your mom for sharing. 31 March 2014 at 12:23. Thinking of you…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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helping | following my sun
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The loveliest and the saddest landscape in the world. A fellow babyloss mama and friend, the incredibly lovely Sadie from Invincible Spring. When little sun died, several groups of (virtual) strangers got together and sent Froggy and me many different things: a gorgeous handmade quilt,. You can email me (followingmysun@gmail.com) if you have any questions. thank you in advance, my dear (virtual) strangerfriends. Click here to help Sadie and Girl Wonder! This entry was posted in the kindness of strangers.
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The Bowie Bride: "Say 'Yes' to the Dress": Say 'No' to This Show
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009. Say 'Yes' to the Dress": Say 'No' to This Show. Why do I keep watching TLC's " Say 'Yes' to the Dress. But these brides NEVER step up to their haters. They just shrug and say, "OK, well. I loved it. But since the room didn't explode with fireworks, I guess this dress is a 'no'". A perfectly wonderful dress that made the bride happy is somehow a 'no'? Without even thinking it over? And know what parts she. And what parts she. Wants to keep covered? And what makes her. Let's tal...
