Letting off steam

There are things (lots of things in fact) that make me mad these days that I'm happy to let slide. Where I can bite my tongue, keep my trap shut. People who no longer call, email or text. People who have been gutless. People who do call or text, but say all the wrong things - hurtful things. Then there are other things that happen in my new crazy life that send me in to a tailspin of anger that I simply can't ignore. I have to speak up. I wont be silent.

Have I told you how much I love my babyloss friend Carly? And how amazing I think she is for all she does for this community?

Well she could do with some extra love and support right now. Some people, who prefer to remain anonymous, think she should be better spending her time by writing the names of LIVING children in the sand.

It seems some people are upset Carly can not accommodate their wishes. You know, they can actually take a picture of their child, and for some of us, all we get are those pictures of our babies' names at sunset.

That beach, Christian's beach - it is sacred.

How anyone could slime their way on to her site, suggest she spends too much time partying and and not enough time writing names of all babies, including those lovely little living ones is beyond me.

How dare they.

I'm livid.

Yes, all children living and dead are precious and should be treasured, but there are countless ways to honour living children - like, lets start with - giving them a hug. Something I will never be able to do with my Hope. For us, the grieving, there is only so much we can get our hands on to remember our babies. Maybe some poor quality photos taken in the hospital, a tattoo, some babyloss jewellery, and not much else. We don't get the happy memories, gushing strangers in the street, birthday parties, first days of school - or anything. Too often, it is just pretty pictures of their names at sunset taken by a complete stranger who for many, lives on the other side of the world. A busy mother who does this at no cost (and she would never dream of charging, as its not about that) in her own time - and she does not have much time with two little ones at home to care for, not to mention the lingering and intense grief she has to make time for each day for her missing boy Christian. Beautiful little Christian. How Carly wishes he was here with his sisters. How Carly wishes she did not have to write his name in the sand......

So if you have a spare moment, head over and give Carly some much needed love. Tell her she's amazing, as I'll never be able to tell her enough.