Grief Stories

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Have a story of grief to share on the blog?

There is something healing about writing it out, being heard, and letting some of those painful parts go. Sharing your story and reading other people’s stories is so powerful knowing that we can walk this painful road together. If you have a story of grief that you would like to share on the Permission to Mourn Blog please email ruth.potinu@permissiontomourn.com

Click the links below to read stories of those in the midst of walking through grief. May their honest thoughts be a comfort.

“Now we sit here, alone in our home, our kids back at school, meals starting to come in, a nursery full of clothes, diapers and baby girl decorations. Plus, we went through every aspect of pregnancy: gender reveal, setting up the nursery, even a small baby shower last week, then labor, delivery and her body now ready to take care of our baby…but no baby to show. It makes no sense at all…for God to be faithful in bringing us to this place of healing and ability to have another child and to take her away from us…”

“Sitting here, a week after delivering our perfectly beautiful 38 week old still-born baby girl, I wish I still had the luxury of “Even If.” Instead it’s “already dead.” There’s no room for God to move and declarations that we will remain faithful even if He doesn’t. The promises have gone void and the future as we knew it has been stolen. There were no precious newborn cries upon delivery. The only sound that could be heard was my own gut-wrenching, barely-able-to-breath-through-it sobbing. There were no beautiful blue or brown or hazel eyes looking up at me. Only a baby whose life had been taken by the very thing that had sustained her as she grew in the darkness of my womb. She had ten perfect little fingers that will never grasp onto mine and the sweetest little toes that will never be painted by her older sister…