There is no greatest tragedy than the death of a child.
The terrible reality of child death is one that many families experience everyday. It does not matter the circumstances of death and the age the child had at time of death.
That family is facing the horror of burying their child. We are used to believe that our children are supposed to survive us, not the other way around.
My older children died before their time. For a long time I believed that I was alone in my grief. Those close to me, turned their eyes away at the sight of my tears. My world had stopped, why everyone wanted me to move on?
One sleepless night, while surfing the Web, I found the most compassionate woman I have ever met: Dr. Joanne Cacciatore. She grant me permission to translate some of her writings. That is how I came in touch with The MISS Foundation.
I have been given the opportunity to reach out and give back the support I received back then, in my early grief.
I have been a MISS Volunteer for the past 11 years of my life. I found my MISSion: I am the voice of those three little babies that died before their time.
I am thankful to all those families that have allowed me to walk with them through their grief journey. I am honored to share their most intimate feelings and thoughts. I am honored to meet their children through their loving parents' eyes.
I am thankful for the MISS Foundation for letting me give back. I am thankful for the wonderful people I've met, my dear friends Kara, Janice, Debbie, Lissy, Wendy, Kerrie, Tracy, Lorri, Rhonda, Karin, Sinead, Tazzy, Vicki, Sharon, Shanon, Kelli, Anna, Michele, and so many others.
I am thankful to Dr. Cacciatore, for having the strength to reach out after tragedy stoke her hard.
I am thankful for Chey, for sharing her special mom with the rest of the world.