Today was the annual “Forget Me Not Service” of Celebration and Remembrance organised by the N.I. Children’s Hospice.
Last year I wrote a blog post about this service, which you can read here
It’s my 3rd most popular blog post.
This year I will let Georgie’s Mum Oana give you her perspective on the event:
This afternoon, we attended the annual Forget Me Notservice organised by the Northern Ireland Children’s Hospice for the first time.
It was as emotional and raw and sweet and consoling as we had expected.
We cried and we remembered our precious children and we smiled at the memories we had made with them in the hospice.
Collective grief. Collective mourning. Collective beauty rising from the ashes of loss…
We heard about love that transcends death and time and makes a way for our emotions to find our lost beloved babes.
The pain of grief was compared to the thorn and the forget me not flower.
Grief is and forever will be for every parent and relative present there a painful reminder of what we have lost and also the ultimate indicator of how much we have loved.
Sorrow and sweetness, amalgamated in one.
Pain and endurance, blended together.
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