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A spiritual comment and prayer to start the day with Saarah Hamayun

I work in a children鈥檚 hospice, and I鈥檝e listened to the stories of many bereaved parents. The strength of these parents is inspiring, but one thing that really moves me is the legacy of love these little souls leave. By teaching their parents the true essence of love, light and strength can enter a parent鈥檚 heart once again.

Even in our bereavement groups, laughter often finds its way in. As parents share stories of mischievous moments and the unique quirks that made their children who they were, the room fills with warmth. Their little ones may be gone, but their light still ripples through every memory.

These parents carry the weight of love, loss, and memories every day, and yet every single day they make the decision to rise again, to carry on like everything is normal, even to begin to laugh once more, and enjoy time with friends and family. The world carries on around them, people are busy and distracted with the demands of life but for a bereaved parent, not a day passes by without the beautiful memory of their child coming to mind. It is near impossible to find the words to describe the depth of that love, or the ache of their absence and the hole that it leaves in life.

I pray that the memory of those we have lost is kept alive because in remembrance, in speaking of them, that鈥檚 where their life is honoured. Not defined by their illness or their passing, but by the joy, the light, and the love they brought into our world, no matter how long or short their time here was. And I pray for all parents, who carry that love forward every single day.

As one mum said, sometimes even grief can be 鈥減eppered with glimmers鈥� and that鈥檚 not wrong. It鈥檚 love, still alive.

Amen