The great American author Ernest Hemingway once wrote “no one you love is every truly lost”. Since my daughter Samantha Rose passed away on June 12, 2009 at the age of 3, this thought has stuck with me and served as a mantra or credo of sorts. It’s a reminder for me of the tremendous impact Sammi made on our lives in the short time she was here. Sammi was funny, wise, and kind; she was our baby girl with a gorgeous smile and golden pigtails; she had a gentle spirit and warm soul that continue to shine on us.
When she passed away, I was 33. Grieving her loss has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. One of the most essential things that has sustained me in the 14 years that Sammi has been gone is that I am not alone.
For me – after Sammi’s passing – it all started with finding other people who, in some way, understood the magnitude of our loss. Bereaved parents share an unspeakable bond. A knowing of the heart connects us. That’s what COPE has been for me. The most powerful kind of support.
And thru this journey, one of the best things I’ve found is that there are amazing, kind people all around us with big hearts, deep convictions and a willingness above all, to help. But there’s more work to be done. We need more helpers. We need to support and build each other up. We need more love and compassion and kindness in this world. These days, it really feels like our future depends on it.
Wishing you a peaceful and rejuvenating summer.