Today is a day that I visit a different kind of garden. This garden is on a hill overlooking the lovely valley in whichI live in. It is bordered by stately fir trees, standing like towering sentinals guarding its edges. The garden I visit is always awash in blooms, lilies, roses, and sunflowers, all finding a home here. Rain does not stop them nor does frost, even in snow fresh blooms can be found.
This place is dotted with garden ornaments both ancient and new all having been chosen with great love and placed with reverence and respect...
I am more intimately attached to this tiny bit of land than any other on this earth, my own garden that I toil in daily does not hold my heart like this place does...
This is the garden in which I have railed against God, learned of His mercies, and have found some bit of peace...
It is a place that shatters a parent's heart, it is a place where I have left two small pieces mine...
It is the garden in which my sleeping children lie...my sweet, sweet baby girls born too soon. Layed in this hallowed ground in their tiny snow white casket, together forever, identical twin sisters...
For five years this garden has been where I go to ask God why, and where I go to dream of all that might have been...
Happy Birthday my sweet angel babies...mama loves you forever and ever
Note: this is from my personal diary posted here in the hopes it will touch other parents like myself that have lost children. My thoughts and prayers go out to you...
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