
For you my Ashleigh and Patience.....love is like a rose in winter, only the strong survive. Mommy's Winter Roses.
"Desolate, I'm made by your absence. "The Rose" | "Love is like the wild rose-briar, |
![]() Today was the one year Anniversary of Ashleigh's funeral and in a few minutes a year ago we buried her , the next day. I'm struggling harder today then I did Saturday. I guess part of my problem was that the decision to tell her good bye and to allow her to decide if she needed to go into God's arms and end her suffering was easy. At least easy in the sense that she would be in no more pain, not lingering on a machine. Ashleigh never wanted that and she definitely made up he...r own mind to go. If any of that makes sense.....but burying her body. That was so hard. I wanted so disparately to crawl into that casket with her and just hold her. Like whenever she got sick and didn't feel good. She would put her head in my lap and I would stroke her hair. I kept thinking that I would crawl in there with her and I could just maybe fall asleep. Then we could just wake together and it would all be just some nightmare. Unfortunately the nightmare hasn't ended and the last year has taken its toll. Today, I sat reading a book of poetry by the Bronte Sisters. She loved their writings, especially Wurthering Heights. One of my personal favorites as well. Anyway I'm posting 2 of the poems she loved and a link to a song that these poems reminded me of....The Rose. For you my Ashleigh and Patience.....love is like a rose in winter, only the strong survive. Mommy's Winter Roses.
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Tara WoodleeThis is a chronicle of the grieving process at the murder of my daughter, Ashleigh Marie Lindsey and her unborn Baby Patience Lynn. They call the parentless child an orphan & the married person who loses their mate a widow/widower but what do they call a parent who loses a child? There is no word given for the parent who have seen this kind of untimely death. Archives
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