Our Children Never Leave Us. Hope Is Never Lost
Some months ago my partner and I looked after a young mother’s baby overnight. Two days later the child died. When we went to support the mother and her family the baby’s body still lay on the floor. Strips of medical tape, a plastic tube, silence, and hope lost formed a halo around the pale baby. Life was absent. No matter how long I stared I couldn’t detect the warmth that had made me smile only two nights ago. Spirits filled the room, but the child’s blue lips haunted me, and when I said goodbye and turned away it felt like a thousand cold fingers trailed across my chest. Before I left I spoke to the child’s grandmother and told her, her father was here and he was holding the baby. She cried. We hugged. She believed me.
I returned the next night to talk to the young mother. The spirits of her stepfather, and grand parents had messages for her. The young girl asked me if her baby boy was all right. Yes he was. I asked her to lie down and show me how she liked to hold her baby on her back, with him lying on her chest. Kneeling, I placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. She closed her eyes, and her grandfather placed her baby on her chest. She felt him. She held onto him one last time. He felt warm.
The next day the twisting ache tearing her stomach apart had gone and she felt calmer. The messages from spirit supported her and her mother. I’m grateful. Our children never leave us. They continue to grow. I’ve a son in spirit. My partner had a miscarriage. His spirit is here now. He is seven and he loves me. His small hands are holding my cheeks now and he’s looking into my eyes. “It’s okay Dad.” I feel like crying. “Its okay, I love you.” “I love you too son.”
This is our second guest post from Simon Hay, here is a brief bio:
Simon’s website is located in Australia at Simonhay.com where he also has a blog , you can interact with Simon. Mr.Hay travels all over Australia and New Zealand and has an amazing story to tell and teach. Here is a little about Mr Hay in his own words:
Able to go into a trance like state, similar to Edgar Cayce and Esther Hicks, spirit has used me to write about, and visit the lives of Jesus and His family. This experience, and connection with angels, has allowed me to become a healer. How is this possible? To be entirely honest I’m not sure, but I want to share this incredible gift with the world. My role is not exclusive or grandiose, I’m humbled and excited, and feel blessed to have so many angels in my life.
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How sad. I guess it doesn’t help that we lost a friend this past week to a horrible car accident. I know this post is about something different, but I’m just still stuck on the loss.
Have a terrific day Glenn. Big hug.
Hi. I’m sorry you lost a friend this week. Love and healing to you, family and friends.
My sympathy to you Sandee and your family. Life is so quick and so fragile.
Why is that it’s always when I’m most touched and want to express that, that words are most inefficient?
Beautifully written.
Hi Robyn. Thank you, Simon.
“When we went to support the mother and her family the baby’s body still lay on the floor. Strips of medical tape, a plastic tube, silence, and hope lost formed a halo around the pale baby. Life was absent. No matter how long I stared I couldn’t detect the warmth that had made me smile only two nights ago. Spirits filled the room, but the child’s blue lips haunted me, and when I said goodbye and turned away it felt like a thousand cold fingers trailed across my chest.”
I’m back because I keep thinking about this paragraph, the imagery and the feeling. When I first read it I was surprised by how calmed I was by the words that followed. I felt some peace and have no doubt about your ability to bring that healing to people in need.
Perhaps it is just because I have an infant right now that it hits home so deeply, but this is such huge fear of mine I can’t leave my baby girl’s room at night and I didn’t go through this with my son.
wonderful Glenn absolutely wonderful. as the mom of 1 who miscarried three times it’s so hard to understand what to feel when your baby is gone before you have them.
Hi. I’m sorry for your loss. Love and healing, Simon. Thanks for the comment.
Gosh…that seriously left me with goosebumps and a tear of sorrow.
It is no unnatural for parents to lose a child no matter what the age.
To have taken care of of a child only to see its body of a vacant-spirit laying there a couple of days later is also very unnatural.
How does one cope when faced with forces that go against their own natural ability to understand?
They breathe and move forward as the uncontrollable feelings of sorrow and loss never leaves them…they are just different from day to day.
Life is like that…. as there is no reason or rhyme to so many things we are forced to deal with!
Hi Dorothy. I have a few tears every time my son visits. He always comes when I’m feeling down. He’s a healer. I like that. Thanks, Simon.
wow…that was beautifully written. I know the pain of losing a child before they make their grand entrance into the world. Most miscarriages are male fetuses. So, I would always tell my oldest son that he had a big brother that loved him so much…he decided to stay in Heaven with the angels so that he could be born in his place
Hi Roschelle. Thanks for the comment. Sorry for your loss.
Oh that is a sad post but very well written. I just can’t imagine how awful it would be to lose a child. There can’t be much worse in the world. This post is very well put and well written.
Thank you Marg.
Guest post here http://man-over-board.com/2010/02/15/our-children-never-leave-us-hope-is-never-lost/
@glenn its wonderful, absolutely wonderful!