It is the darkest day of the year here in Colorado: the winter solstice. Tonight I am thinking of my dear ones who are both joyous and grieving in this sisterhood and brotherhood of integration of all aspects of our longing souls. And tonight my heart is filled with love for the children who are processing and integrating their own grief and losses and joy and excitement over the holiday season.
Tonight my son and his two friends spoke to Mrs. Claus at a holiday event in Littleton. Mrs. Claus asked my son if he was good to his sister and brother.
“My sister is dead,” he said, “they are my friends.” He pointed to Elliana and Silas while Mrs. Claus ignored his statement and his truth and admonished him to be a good boy for Santa. Mrs. Claus, like so many others, did not acknowledge my boy’s reality, and I am angry tonight as I sit by a tree lit with white lights and angels flying in memory of my boy’s sister Mary Rose, because his loss needs to be acknowledged so that he can heal.
The year 2019 is fading as I write, but it brought a few End of Life Doulas into my life. Cindy Kaufman and Nessa Walker Johnson, both EOL Doulas and writers, are working to change the culture around death here in the Denver area, and perhaps because I breathe into my mortality daily, I too want to normalize the support of those who have been affected by miscarriage, stillbirth, and newborn and infant loss.
The reality that I wish to embroider on the tapestry of my soul is only love. Love for each mother who cannot physically hold her daughter or son, yet who still feels the echo of that life and movement that was once inside her body. Love for the siblings who live in the shadow of a dead baby, a sister or a brother whom they do not know. The children are navigating their lives with friends and their siblings and death when our culture chooses to ignore death, and therefore their ghost sisters and brothers.
This holiday season, as we stretch ourselves to do and be and celebrate and honor, I hope that we each take heart-centered breaths and beam our grief-filled joy out into our dark world to show others that we are more than ok as we serve each other tea and cookies and respect for each member of our family and tribe, present, or gone from this earth.
You are not alone, Reader. I am here, and I send you much love this holiday season. I hope that you and your loved ones are acknowledged and honored this winter and forevermore.