Excellent point! Snatched is a good word to describe the devastation from the unjustifiable and unexpected loss of a child. And this bereaved mother from centuries ago captured the exact sentiment. Thank you for the wish for us all to find peace.
Indeed, their bodies were snatched, yet not their hearts. This is a new love language we are thrust into ‘class’ to learn. I am a forever student in this class, yearning for some extra credit opportunities. We are all sitting side by side. Our children are our teachers. Not ever what we imagined, yet here we are. Gold stickers upon our foreheads for our efforts. We are all A+ students in the hearts of our children.💞Julie, you always encourage me to ponder. My gratitude. Xo
I agree the love between us and our children continues beyond the grave, and we as bereaved parents learn to find it in our hearts and the signs we receive. You encourage me to ponder as well. I’m glad we found each other here on Substack!
At four "My Daughter Dear Was Snatch’d from me Before she reach’d her bloom." I agree "snatch'd" is a great word for that feeling. I'm glad that Alix was buried in the plot with her grandfather.
Divine's death preceded my father's and their plots are miles away. I'm grateful that time, distance nor death can snatch love from our hearts.
Yes I agree that love connects us with those who have died and the dead with each other no matter where they are buried. And your love for your daughter Divine shines through in all of your writing about her and in the recipes you’ve collated dedicated to loss.
I've seen too many snatched (perfect word choice) before their time, mostly to drugs. Too many have gone too soon. Such a sad thing to have to live with. I'm so sorry that you have suffered such a tragic loss.
I agree with the use of the word ‘snatched’ and it reflects the feeling of something being ‘stolen’ which is conveyed in the word ‘bereaved’ (apparently ‘robbed’ is the root of this word.)
So yes, like you, that is exactly how I felt about my child’s death…that we were both robbed.
I think one of the jobs all us grieving parents are doing (amongst the many others that this process demands of us) is to return our world to being a place of gentleness. Feeling safe again in ourselves. Much like we would if we had been physically robbed.
Thanks for generating such an interesting and helpful discussion thread Julie 🙏❤️
Thank you for reading and your insightful comments! I agree we have both been robbed and my daughter Alix and your son Dom should still be here with us. We do need to feel safe again in ourselves. I also need to feel safe again in the world. When my younger daughter and my husband are delayed, my mind thinks bad things could have happened to them. Thoughts that only started once Alix died.
my best friend since high school (grad 1967) passed in 2020. to some that might be old enough, but as a wood carver, painter and story teller, he still had promises to keep, but didn't make it.
Snatched is a good word. Taken doesn’t mean the same. Snatched is sudden, unexpected reality. May we all find peace while morning our loss.
Excellent point! Snatched is a good word to describe the devastation from the unjustifiable and unexpected loss of a child. And this bereaved mother from centuries ago captured the exact sentiment. Thank you for the wish for us all to find peace.
All of us mothers need to stick together.
Indeed, their bodies were snatched, yet not their hearts. This is a new love language we are thrust into ‘class’ to learn. I am a forever student in this class, yearning for some extra credit opportunities. We are all sitting side by side. Our children are our teachers. Not ever what we imagined, yet here we are. Gold stickers upon our foreheads for our efforts. We are all A+ students in the hearts of our children.💞Julie, you always encourage me to ponder. My gratitude. Xo
I agree the love between us and our children continues beyond the grave, and we as bereaved parents learn to find it in our hearts and the signs we receive. You encourage me to ponder as well. I’m glad we found each other here on Substack!
At four "My Daughter Dear Was Snatch’d from me Before she reach’d her bloom." I agree "snatch'd" is a great word for that feeling. I'm glad that Alix was buried in the plot with her grandfather.
Divine's death preceded my father's and their plots are miles away. I'm grateful that time, distance nor death can snatch love from our hearts.
Yes I agree that love connects us with those who have died and the dead with each other no matter where they are buried. And your love for your daughter Divine shines through in all of your writing about her and in the recipes you’ve collated dedicated to loss.
Snatched is such an accurate depiction of one taken too soon as in the case of Alix. I feel your pain Julie and am sending a hug.
Thank you for the hug and support! Snatched is how it felt when Alix died before me at age twenty-five.
Yes snatched i have , my mum
Sorry you also have a loved one who was snatched.
I've seen too many snatched (perfect word choice) before their time, mostly to drugs. Too many have gone too soon. Such a sad thing to have to live with. I'm so sorry that you have suffered such a tragic loss.
Thank you for reading my post and for your support!
You're so welcome!
I agree with the use of the word ‘snatched’ and it reflects the feeling of something being ‘stolen’ which is conveyed in the word ‘bereaved’ (apparently ‘robbed’ is the root of this word.)
So yes, like you, that is exactly how I felt about my child’s death…that we were both robbed.
I think one of the jobs all us grieving parents are doing (amongst the many others that this process demands of us) is to return our world to being a place of gentleness. Feeling safe again in ourselves. Much like we would if we had been physically robbed.
Thanks for generating such an interesting and helpful discussion thread Julie 🙏❤️
Thank you for reading and your insightful comments! I agree we have both been robbed and my daughter Alix and your son Dom should still be here with us. We do need to feel safe again in ourselves. I also need to feel safe again in the world. When my younger daughter and my husband are delayed, my mind thinks bad things could have happened to them. Thoughts that only started once Alix died.
Yes, always that sense of dread at these times. Feeling ‘safe’ again will probably be a life’s work now 🤔
For sure!
my best friend since high school (grad 1967) passed in 2020. to some that might be old enough, but as a wood carver, painter and story teller, he still had promises to keep, but didn't make it.
At any age it is a loss. Especially a best friend who still had more to give the world. Including you as his long-term friend! Sorry you lost him.