We lament with this family suffering awe-ful grief. Beloved infants lost at 26 weeks gestation; twin grandbabies happily anticipated. Expectant mother, more than halfway through pregnancy, heard heartbeats and viewed ultrasounds but no more… no more expectations, no more movement, no more fast swooshing of babies’ hearts beating their distinct rhythms. Only mother’s lonely heart beats now, heavy with slow sorrow.
The relentless spring rains mirror this drowning grief. Tears falling in torrents, flooded emotions. Erosion of the soul. What kind of broken world is this, where little lives can be cut short by the cord that was their lifeline? We may ask “why?” yet not receive an acceptable answer to the anguished questions. We have only our faith in God himself to cling to. Lord, have mercy on your children. As we remember precious twins taken; remember us too, for we are dust.
grief’s painful journey
rosebuds fade…family mourns
inadequate words
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 05, 2019 @ 15:46:25
I bore a little son who died at 17 days. It was not until 40 years later when I read the medical records that I knew he had been born with the left ventricle of the heart not developed. Today they can operate on such as that. None of this helps the pain of our loss.
Jun 05, 2019 @ 16:06:12
My heart goes out to you, Benita! I can only imagine such pain.
May 30, 2019 @ 15:34:24
We can only ask,
‘Why’ and repose in the One
Who knows the answer,
May 30, 2019 @ 22:00:47
yes, i like the idea of repose…resting in Him
May 29, 2019 @ 12:25:07
So sad. Prayers for all who suffer loss.
May 29, 2019 @ 11:48:29
A heartbreaking witness to loss. My sympathies.