Restoring Faith-a poem

I am broken in this moment
Build me up so I can breathe
And though I feel this fear
I know you will never leave

When I am weak and lost
You are there to help me through
You shine the light in darkness
And turn the grey skies blue

Even in the deepest silence
You are right beside me
If I turn to you and trust
You can set this captive free

Your words heal all my hurts
As I live in your embrace
All I will ever need is You
To fill me with your grace

And as I look to You
I will gratefully obey
The one who gives
And also takes away

And even though I grieve
The loss of one so dear
I believe in restoration
When heaven is finally here


I wrote this poem about how my faith has sustained me through the death of my son.

10 Fears a Parent who has lost a Child faces

These are ten fears I face daily since my son died this past March from SIDS when he was 8 months, 26 days old.

1. People will forget. I have talked to several mother's that have lost a child and all of them were afraid that as time passed on from the time of the death, people would forget about their child. People get busy with their own lives, even close family and friends, and something that is still painful and excruciating to the nuclear family, tends to fall off the radar for most others. I know that this is something that troubles me often especially because some people have said that since he died so young, he hardly had any time to make much of an impact on our lives. What does that mean? That somehow because he passed away as a baby that his life had less meaning than someone who lived to be ten, twenty or thirty? Life is life and my son was here, he lived, he laughed, he loved and he changed my life and the lives of many others. That has to count for something. I feel that it counts for everything. I refuse to let people forget him just because it would be easier than dealing with the pain his memory may bring. Anyone's lost child deserve to be remember. That is why I did a balloon release for my son on his 1st birthday (which he saw from heaven) so that everyone could come to his grave and remember him with his family on the day he was given to us.

2. Being judged for the decisions made post-death. Everyone has an opinion about how someone should handle things and the death of a child is no exception. What choices to make: should he be cremated or buried? "He was a baby, does he really need such an extravagant gravestone?" If it was your child, would you spare any expense? How much would it be worth to have a place to remember your child, a place that is all their own? "Do you really need to have a cake for his birthday? It's not like he will be there to blow out the candles?" No, but its important for me, my husband and his sisters to be able to remember his birthday-because it still is his birthday and even though he is in heaven now, we are still here and we want to celebrate his special day. "Should you have another baby?" I have thought long and hard about this, quite often in the last month, although I received that question within weeks of my son's death, I was unable to even contemplate the idea until recently. I have come to the realization that I want another baby very much but often it is overshadowed by my worry people will think that I am trying to replace my son-fill his void. What they don't get is that nothing will ever fill the void he left behind. But having another child will give us something to look forward to and a place to put the love we still have to give. Nothing and no one can ever take my son's place but it doesn't mean I don't have room to love another baby.

3. Becoming a permanently sad person. We have all seen them or been told about them. Someone who has lost someone close to them-often a child-and that person becomes a shell of who they were. They are unable to enjoy life and avoid certain events because of the painful reminder. They skip out on kindergarten orientation, baby showers, birthdays, Christmas, etc. Everyone whispers about those people, "That's the woman who lost her baby two years ago and she's never been the same since. She's always sad." Yes, my son's death has changed me, it is still changing me and it will probably change me throughout my life. But I refuse to allow what happened to define me or shape me into a person I don't recognize or respect. My son wouldn't want that for me. He would want me to be happy and healthy. That starts with taking care of myself psychically, mentally and emotionally which is why I am in counseling, go to grief group, make myself eat and sleep and go to church. I can't let myself deteriorate into someone my son would be ashamed to call his mother.

4. His memory will fade. As a parent of a child that has died, the main thing we have to cling to are our memories of our lives with our child. If we are lucky, we have video and pictures of special moments and events but many of us know there are far more precious memories stowed away in our minds: the ordinary, every day moments. For me, my favorite memory of my son was of him in the morning. His crib was in our room by my side of the bed. Every day, I knew when he was a wake because he would either start to babble or blow raspberries. I would open my eyes and look over at his crib and he would have his chubby hands on the top rail of his crib. He would be standing up, peering over the top at me with his beautiful blue eyes with the biggest smile on his face. He would start to bounce and make little excited noises because he had made eye-contact with me and he knew I was going to come get him. Then he would reach out his hands to me and I would lift him up into my arms and it was the best feeling in the world. One of my biggest fears is that his memory will fade over time like so many have from my childhood and young, adult life. I couldn't bare to not remember the details of those most intimate moments of his life. My son loved French fries, musical toys, stuffed animals, and cuddling with me late at night. To preserve his memory, I have done many things including having a quilt made out of his clothes, had molds made of his hands and feet before he was buried, had five lockets of hair saved, zip-locked clothing he had worn the days preceding his death so I can have his scent, a friend made a wooden trunk with his name on it to keep all of his toys, clothing and mementos and I am currently creating a memory book of his life.

5. Wrecking the two I have over the one I lost. This is something God told me several days after my son passed away. I remember it vividly. I was walking into a store because I needed to find a funeral dress because even though I didn't want to go out and look, I needed to look nice for my son to honor his memory. I was very low, so deep down in the pain, I felt it had no bottom. I didn't want to do anything and then God spoke so clearly into my heart that "you can't wreck the two you have over the one you lost." Some days I still don't want to do anything and this warning, this purpose, this truth will float into my mind. I still have two little girls I need to live for. They still deserve a childhood even though we all miss their brother. I never want my girls to grow and tell their friends or husband, "I lost my mother on the day my brother died. She was never my mother after that." I'm not saying I don't cry in front of them, I do. And I'm not saying that I don't talk about their brother or have pictures of him up because I absolutely make sure to keep him alive in our home, but what I am saying is that its in proportion as it was when he was with us. I love them all the same but each hold a special place in my heart. And because they each do, I have to make each of them a priority. I make sure to go school functions, parades, birthday parties, and I read to them, play games with them and take them out for special outings, even when it hurts because its a reminder that my son will never do those things. I never want my two living children to feel like they matter less because their brother died.

6. Getting stuck in the grief cycle. Over the past five months, I have met several people that have lost children. What I have noticed is that one of two things happen: they either become broken and bitter or they manage to push through and heal. The overwhelming reason is that the ones that become broken and bitter have gotten stuck in the grief cycle. Somehow they never make it through the middle part and cross over into acceptance. I want to clarify, acceptance does not mean getting over it or being okay with the loss of your child, what it means is accepted that they are gone and learning to live with it. The problem is that people get stuck in the anger, the bargaining (the whys and the hows) or the depression. They get so bogged down in it, they can't find their way out from the grief. Most become bitter, some live in denial, and others in avoidance. I feel all of those leave you with an emotionally stunted life and unable to remember your child as they deserve. Counseling is key in this regard to keep you from getting stuck. A counselor can help you find your way out. My counselor says that's his job: to make sure that I never stay too long in one area of grief.

7. Having to explain what happened. Most people don't know much details about SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). To be honest, until my son died from it, I didn't either. Only through research and SIDS group conversations have I been able to grasp what happened to my son. Basically, when there is no other explanation medically for a child dying, its SIDS. They believe its either the respiratory system or the brain stem malfunctioning during growth spurts but not enough research has been done to really pinpoint what causes it. Every time I have to explain what happened to my son, it's like living the pain of his death all over again. Some people seem to have a fascination with tragedies. I had people contact me and my mother asking for all the details only days after his death. And these were people that we were not close to and some that we had not talked to in years. What's even worse than that, is when I have to explain to a stranger what happened to my son. "How many kids do you have?" We are all asked this often, at the grocery store, by a new parent at your kid's school, or a doctor's office. And almost always when I tell them that I have three children, they ask "Where is my third one?" Then I reply that that he is heaven now. "Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry! What happened?" Then I have to tell that person he passed away from SIDS. It's like living his death over and over again. The worst part of this constant scenario is that I receive pity stares. I hate when people give me a look of pity. I've given that look and I know what most are thinking, "That's so awful! God, I'm so glad that didn't happen to my child! That poor woman!" I don't blame them for thinking it, it's a parent's worst nightmare and I'm living it.

8. Letting my marriage crumble. One of the first statistics, someone thought they needed to share with me after my son passed away was that 80% of marriages end in divorce after the death of a child. They thought they were warning me of the pitfalls ahead, but what they didn't realize was that they were putting a fire in me to beat the odds. My husband and I have beaten bad odds before. When he was involved in a horrific car wreck eight years ago due to a drunk driver, he had been given only a 20% chance of living and if he did survive, they told me that he would be brain dead. Not only did he live, he didn't have any residual cognitive damage. I was also told after his car accident that due to the strain on our marriage from the severity of his injuries that we would most likely end up divorced because 90% of brain injury victims do. We proved those odds wrong as well and I know we will do it once again because we learned what not to do through his car accident. We don't blame one another. Yes, my husband was watching my son when he passed away and during my bargaining moments, I question whether it would have made a difference if he had been there the exact moment it happened, but then I think about the fact that I watched him the majority of the time and how would I feel if my husband blamed me if it happened when he was with me instead of him? I wouldn't need the added guilt of his blame because I would be doing enough for the both of us. That's why I have made it a point to never accuse, blame, or guilt my husband over what happened. I remind myself it was SIDS and it couldn't be prevented even if he had been in the room when it happened. We also learned from his car accident, the maintenance needed to keep our marriage in good repair. We go to couples grief counseling, we go out on dates, we go to church together and we dialogue about our feelings regarding the loss of our son. We make it a point to work on our marriage and to be patient with each other during this extra difficult and sensitive time. We are not perfect. We falter and we fight but we never go to bed angry and we always say we love each other.

9. Losing Another Child. This is probably my biggest fear. Some days, I can barely breathe. When they say the pain in unimaginable, that word doesn't even begin to measure the severity or depth of the pain one feels when their child is taken. If I feel this way now, I can't even comprehend having to live through it again if one of my daughters died. I fight the urge to be overprotective and struggle to find a balance between my need to keep them completely sheltered and allowing them to be children. With allowing freedom, you have to make a choice that there is a distinct possibility that they could get hurt. I worry about my two living children often but realize it's amazing what humans can endure: during the Roman era Christian children were thrown to the lions to be eaten as their parents watched, during the holocaust children were ripped from their mother's arms and put in the gas chamber, and just a few months ago two parents lost all three of their children on Malaysian Airlines Flight 17. What my eyes have been opened to through my son's death is that the rain falls on the good and bad alike but what matters is how we handle life when the rain comes. I have realized through his passing that life is precious and fleeting and that in a split second, things can happen beyond your control. And when something truly tragic happens, I'm not talking about losing a cell phone, chipping a newly manicured nail, or not getting one of the tacos you ordered at lunch, but something that completely turns your life upside down, you decide if its going to make or break you. It's hard to get out of bed, some days all I want to do is cry but I don't know how much time I have with the ones I love and I don't want to miss out on anything. I choose to live and realize that yes, I could lose another child but they are here now and I should make the most of the time I have with them rather than dwell on fears of what might happen down the road.

10. That I will never feel as happy. Every day I wake up and its like a reset button is pushed in my brain. For the first few seconds, I temporarily forget that my son is dead. The pain isn't there until I look over at where his crib used to be and I remember that he is gone. Then it's like losing him all over again and the horrible gut-wrenching unbelievable pain takes hold. It lingers throughout the day and sometimes it lessons but always comes back with a vengeance. My counselor tells me that this is a normal part of grieving but it scares me because it makes me wonder if I will ever be as happy as I was when he was alive. He was the center of my world. I had plans for us: his sisters were both going to be in school full-time so the days were going to be ours to go to the park, mommy and me gym, and story time at the library. All those plans have been destroyed. Not to mention, I will never get to hear him utter his first words, see him go to kindergarten, be in the school play, figure out which sports he likes, go to college, or get married. It's hard to accept that he had such a short life and that all I will ever have is what he did in just 9 months. But he did a lot in those 9 months: he went to the beach, SeaWorld, Disneyland, Universal Studios and the San Diego Zoo and spent time with all his loved ones. And I have those memories to cherish and I know that one day, I will wake up and I can remember the happiness he brought me during his life rather than the sadness from his death.

 



Quicksand (A Mourning Poem)

The one who loved me for me
Is gone now.
His absence is like
A gaping hole in my heart
I ache with all my soul.
It's unfathomable
That the only person
Whoever loved me completely
And so unconditionally
Was ripped away from me
Before I even knew what happened
I ache knowing
I will never see him again.
I will never see him take his first steps
Play in his boy scout uniform
Get into his limo for prom
Wait for his bride at the end of the aisle
Look down at me as we dance at his wedding
Or hold his baby for the first time.
I have been robbed of all his firsts.
He'll never understand how important
He was to me.
I feel hallow inside.
I love him so much
And no one understands
No one grasps who and what
He was to me.
He was a miracle, my gift from God
"You'll see him again someday," they say.
But someday is so far away.
I don't want to live the rest of my life
Without him in it.
If I could cut out this pain
And feel nothing I would.
Nothingness-numbness-
Would be better than this.
But whenever I think
I've located the source
Rooted it out-
It shifts, it moves,
It eats away at me
Because when I allow myself to really feel
It's like I'm sinking
Into the darkest, deepest quicksand
That anyone can ever imagine.
And I feel like I'm going crazy
Because nothing makes sense anymore
I don't know who I am anymore
And I'm sinking so fast
That I feel like I'm choking
I can't breathe
And I know there's no way out
Only deep down into the bottomless pit
Quicksand has taken over my life

The adventure of Formatting

I never knew how challenging it was going to be to format my novels for ebooks, especially since I had never written them with the intention of having them published that way. I am one week into the process and I am almost finished with my first book of my trilogy. I had heard other indie authors complain about the process but nothing really prepared me for the actual endeavor. I'm a pretty efficient editor and can run through a manuscript quite fast, however this is one of the most time consuming things I have done. All I know is that I will definitely be writing in the exposed format in the future and changing how I do things for future projects.

Latest MicroPoem

This ache inside of me
Throbs deeper than the sea
Bottomless-unable to repress
My  words cannot express
This pain that never mends
Undoes my soul-expends
-Jenna Brandt

Testimonial

Letter of Endorsement: Window to the Heart  

This novel was captivating. The characters were very unique. I love how the Author Jenna Brandt used situations that we could go through today with the characters she created in the 1800’s. The descriptions she used spoke right to my heart. I love this beautiful picture of what love looks like in all situations. I will recommend this to everyone I know because it has truly touched my life. I also like the fact that people of all ages can read it. This is a very talented author and I will be looking forward to the next novel she writes.

Sarah Reed
Stay-at-home mom

Upcoming Trilogy: Window to the Heart Saga

Book 1: The Choice

Lady Margaret, the daughter of an English Earl, is betrothed due to a family promise. Against her father’s wishes, Margaret finds herself captivated by another. Caught between loyalty to her family and her own desires, tragedy strikes when Margaret least expects it.  Will she choose to follow her heart and can she live with the repercussions of the choice she makes?

 

To be released late Spring 2014