“listen in order to hear”
[Editor Note: we’re exploring a completely different format for this 20-month-long blog!]
After I was born Mom gave birth to 3 more babies who all died shortly after birth. Mom has said that the sorrow that she experienced was so profound that she could think of nothing but to mourn them, and yet the mourning was so debilitating and paralyzing that she felt as if she was stuck in a maze whose way out was hidden from her.
After the last one died she visited the baby’s grave every day, weeping over that small mound of freshly turned earth. Finally, one day as she was leaving the cemetery, the groundskeeper approached to speak with her. He said, “I see you coming back here every day to mourn over your baby. You are clearly so miserable that you’re barely living. Go back to that grave right now, say goodbye to that…
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