Amy Dough wrote this on mother's  day. My own  mother saw her middle son die and this has always been heavy on my heart and a fear I hope I never have to experience. Amy lives on the Outer Banks, USA, in a fishing community. I did not know her personally but I knew a relative of hers when I lived on the Banks. It is her sad reality. I can't wrap my head around it, people that murder others. Those that committ this heinous act.

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Amy Dough wrote and posted this on this past mother's day and it lingers within me and I can't fathom how people can be so evil and murder another human being. I feel her pain so strong, as if it were my own. I am an empath and it can be very painful. Amy writes:

Mother’s Day has always been a hard day for me.
But this year feels especially heavy.

Thirty-eight years ago, on Mother’s Day, I lost my daughter in a tragic accident while I was eight months pregnant with Tedrick. He never got to meet his big sister here on earth… but somehow, deep in my soul, I believe they’ve now finally met.

As a mother, there’s a grief that never fully leaves you. And I’ve learned over the years that the saying “time heals all wounds” is honestly one of the biggest lies people tell grieving people.

Grief is a lot like the ocean.
In the beginning, it’s like towering hundred-foot rogue waves crashing over you out of nowhere. They hit so hard you can’t breathe. All you can do is fight your way back to the surface long enough to catch one breath before another wave pulls you back under again.

Then as time passes, the waves may not come quite as often. They may not be quite as tall. Sometimes the water is even slick calm for a little while, and you think maybe you’ve learned how to survive this new version of your life.

But then out of nowhere… a song, a smell, a picture, a memory, a holiday… and another giant wave crashes over you and drags you right back to the bottom. And for a moment, it hurts just as deeply as it did in the beginning.
That’s grief.

It never disappears. You just slowly learn how to breathe between the waves.

And this Mother’s Day, my heart aches for every mother carrying the loss of a child. Because no matter how much time passes, it is simply not the natural order of things for a mother to outlive her babies.

Whether your child left this earth recently or decades ago, I see you. I understand the silent ache behind your smile and the strength it takes just to make it through days like this.

To all the grieving mamas out there today, share the names and memories of the babies you’re missing. Let’s love on one another a little extra today and lift each other up in prayer. None of us should have to carry this kind of heartbreak alone.

But even in the heartbreak, I cling tightly to this promise:
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18

Some days faith doesn’t remove the pain. It simply helps us survive it.
Holding every grieving mama a little closer in my heart this Mother’s Day. 💔