Friday, May 22, 2009
This is Andreas’s tattoo- the tree of life- with 10 branches, 28 roots and 8 falling leaves to represent Shiloh’s birthday, 10/28/08.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
So, the special significance of the forget-me-not flowers in the Mother’s Day bouquet Emily gave me, is because of my tattoo, or more rightly, Shiloh’s tattoo. Both Andreas and I got Shiloh memorial tattoos last Saturday (May 9), after 6 months of thinking about them. We wanted them to be extra special. So, I drew mine- a few stems with forget-me-not flowers on them. There are a few legends about what forget-me-not flowers represent, but the overall theme is pretty self explanatory- love and tragic fate- the epitome of Shiloh. We will never forget her. But there is more to it. I worked her birthdate, October, 28, 2008, or 10/28/08, into the drawing. There are 10 stems (or rudimentary stems), 28 petals (5 on each flower and 3 closed flowers with only one petal showing) and 8 flowers.
Andreas’s tattoo is the tree of life into which I worked 10 branches, 28 roots and 8 falling leaves. I will post a photo of his soon.
Monday, May 11, 2009
My friend Emily gave me these flowers for Mother’s Day, from her garden. They are so pure and beautiful, just like little baby Shiloh. They also have very special significance because of the forget-me-not flowers (bottom photo). I’ll write again later to explain why...
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Sunday, May 10, 2009
This is my first Mother’s Day
With no bubbly daughter to show
How wrong it feels with no earthly child
This, some may never know
But for those of you who can understand
My heart goes out to you
For we are the most unfortunate ones
With that, no one can argue
Yet mothers we are, nonetheless
We gave birth to a wonderfully perfect baby
They are with us in heart, in spirit
About this, there is no maybe
We love them dearly, forevermore
And no one can take this away
In saying this, I wish all you mommies
A bittersweet, Happy Mother’s Day
Friday, May 8, 2009
A poem sent to me from another mom of a heavenly baby:
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from heaven,
and though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit,
your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother,
as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card,
from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too,
no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands,
but oh the tears she's cried.
I thought that if I wrote you,
that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now,
I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me;
we still share laughter too,
Memories our way of speaking now,
would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart,
her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me,
sometimes far into the night
She plants flowers in my garden,
there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents,
trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark,
though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way,
to remind her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored,
and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark,
I know you'll do your best
I have done all I can do;
to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her,
how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself,
when she joins me in eternity.
- Jody Seilheimer
Heartfelt Words by Jody
In Memory of Her Son, Cory
Friday, May 8, 2009
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