tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12449055044204149002024-03-13T17:15:34.439+11:00Michael 4th Feb 2008Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-84162452355600406332016-02-04T10:39:00.000+11:002016-02-04T21:43:30.439+11:00Michaels 8th birthday<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This time of year never gets easier but the blessings and learnings keep on coming. I will always miss you. I was going into Labour this time eight years ago . It was never meant to be this way. But funny enough everything is as its meant to be. Our journey together should not have ended there but then on the other hand I would not be who I am if it were not for you and this experience. Sadness and gratitude all at once. Bittersweet emotions all at once. You taught me the true meaning of duality, of mothering and of life. For this I am eternally grateful and whilst every day I feel the void you left behind, I am fulfilled knowing you are in a better place.</span><br>
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takes me back to that moment . We have all named the song as 'Michael's song'
.To this day it sums up how we felt. Just one of the many ways I feel close to
him. I knew back<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>then that he was my gift
( as are all my children) but with Michael the gifts where profound. My life
was made in these small hours. This little wonder. I will never forget.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">One of the hardest things is dealing with the grief of your children. The tears in my boys eyes are still very real and
raw on days like today. They too long to play with their brother. Even Eva
misses him even though she was not born when this event took place. She speaks of him often. She cannot wait to come home this afternoon and bake him some cupcakes. And then there is Vince. Well to Vince, he is boy that he never got to take to soccer. Never got to rumble and play with. A son that he too longs to hold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Michael is and will always be a big part of our life. And although we don't get out to the cemetery as often as we would like, we know he is around us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I love you and miss you forever my baby boy Michael.</span><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWVZpW1T1kB6z_lDJje_UTuUlMTJFFUyB37nx7I9WV7z2WZnipL6HKgcthoYhAH-glnqm7BhC8M4VigYBngqJGkDWyA5eYN7fklbixo3gbtHsOW8XODK1romYi853yq2EX1X08IPa6A0/s640/blogger-image--638093830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWVZpW1T1kB6z_lDJje_UTuUlMTJFFUyB37nx7I9WV7z2WZnipL6HKgcthoYhAH-glnqm7BhC8M4VigYBngqJGkDWyA5eYN7fklbixo3gbtHsOW8XODK1romYi853yq2EX1X08IPa6A0/s640/blogger-image--638093830.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyy7owLpydhrzb_MiGw29F90qK8SuhtT1P1PjrA2DDFA1zelW22wVgbk7LUbCxZH4lLY7mfcvShq5K0qeN03NytcW-LnaR-6mmKfxAE2WXETf2MyVEjNJuN5b4ZBxBWOGHZUJKKEJC64/s640/blogger-image--786529442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyy7owLpydhrzb_MiGw29F90qK8SuhtT1P1PjrA2DDFA1zelW22wVgbk7LUbCxZH4lLY7mfcvShq5K0qeN03NytcW-LnaR-6mmKfxAE2WXETf2MyVEjNJuN5b4ZBxBWOGHZUJKKEJC64/s640/blogger-image--786529442.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-33016707276453133832015-02-05T13:04:00.001+11:002015-02-05T13:04:27.769+11:00Michael's 7th Birthday<br />
All I could ever hope for as a mum of a little boy in the spirit world is that he is remembered. Thank you for all the calls and messages today and for all that took the time to respond to my post yesterday. Knowing that his story has touched so many hearts makes me smile and warms my heart. Happy birthday angel. Hope you loved your cupcakes <br />
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<span class="userContent">Today is my angel babies birthday and I am reflecting on what has helped with the healing process for me. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Do you ever truly heal? I am not sure. However, accepting the grief, honouring your grief and learning to live with the grief, as a <span class="text_exposed_show">part of your new reality may ease the pain.<br /><br /> Having spoken to many bereaved people, I feel that everyone has a personal medicine that helps them through the tough times. The things they go to when the emotions resurface as they do. These items were my personal medicine during my time of grief. If you are experiencing grief right now, I hope you find your personal medicine .</span></span></div>
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</span><span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> 1) My family and friends. Their love, support and compassion.<br /><br /> 2) Not allowing anyone to pretend they understood when they didn't.<br /><br /> 3) Having his name mentioned not avoided like something taboo.<br /><br /> 4) His memory honoured and remembered. Even 7 years on, friends and family will send me beautiful messages honouring and remembering him on his birthday.<br /><br /> 5) Having something tangible that represented his spirit. For me that came in the form of a blue wren. This blue little bird signifies my son and his freedom in the sprit world. Occasional I will see this beautiful bird and he seems to appear at times when I need it the most. I have received so much comfort. Also his little spot at the cemetery was that tangible place I could go visit the first few years.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br /> 6) Being able to write. I loved being able to channel my thoughts and emotions in to a blog or poetry when the grief was raw. This was so therapeutic and helped me to process the intensity of the emotions.<br /><br /> 7) Poetry - I love poetry and reading other poems especially the one that I share below, gave me so much comfort in the early days.<br /><br /> 8) Having a place for Michael in our home. We have a little spot in our home where his photo and other items that remind us of him live. We light his candle often.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br /> 9) Music- I have several songs that remind me of him. I have placed them onto a CD which I played and played and played in the early days. This too I found extremely healing.<br /><br /> 10) My little boys persistence in getting messages to me when I was not paying attention. I cannot tell you how many times my boy has via other beautiful people delivered me gifts and messages that where so random and the synchronicity of the events that lead to me receiving the messages could have not been anything short of a miracle. Pay attention. They do try and get in touch with you.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /><br /> 11) Meditation - The ability to visualise him, connect with him and mother him through my visualisations has been so powerful for me.<br /><br /> 12) Channelling this energy into a purpose and knowing that his story touched so many people on so many levels.<br /><br /> If you are supporting a bereaved loved one, do not pretend to know what they are going through when you really don't. All people really need at this time is someone to listen to them. Someone to allow them to process at this difficult time. They are not really looking for answers cause really there are no answers. <br /><br /> Don't be afraid to ask 'HOW ARE YOU?' and genuinely wait and listen to the answer. These three words can be the most powerful. Knowing that someone genuinely cares is so important.<br /><br /> Don't be afraid to mention their loved one. You are not reminding them of their loss. They a living it every moment of their day and will do so for many years. You will find that they love talking about their loved ones.<br /><br /> Another don't is the phrase 'At Least'. I really disliked (maybe hated) this phrase. Well meaning people say ' At least you have other children', 'At least you know you can fall pregnant' ...one does not replace the other and I found this phrase to be the most diminishing/undermining of all phrases. This, mind you does not only apply to bereaved parents and I have heard this phrase used in many contexts. Please do not use it when someone is grieving or to diminish anyone else's pain.<br /><br /> I hope this helps those that are grieving and those that a supporting somebody who is grieving. I am sure I have not covered everything so if anyone has anything to add here please feel free to do so or if you would like to share your personal medicine that would be great.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show">Rita <br /><br /><a href="http://micahelspoems.blogspot.com.au/2009/01/in-this-time-of-loss.html" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://micahelspoems.blogspot.com.au/2009/01/in-this-time-of-loss.html</a></span></span></div>
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You know in your heart of hearts that in this moment, you will be defined. Your purpose and a new kind of reality will be revealed. You know you will never be the same person and as much as it hurts like hell and as much as you feel as though your soul is being torn to shreds, you know that you will come out of this stronger, wiser and at some point completely whole. <br />
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This moment happened 7 years ago. The moment I gave birth to you, everything changed. Will I ever want to go back to the moment before <em>that</em> moment where everything changed? Never! Why? Because without that moment, I would not have given birth to you. I would not have held you. I would not have captured the image of your precious face. I would not have smelt your transparent skin and played with your little fingers. I would not have been skinned completely bare,with my soul for all to see. For my soul to grow and lead me to this moment. This moment, for which I am eternally grateful for. Grateful for all that you have given me and for allowing me to know that I was stronger than I had ever imagined. You gave me that gift. You are my gift and I will love you forever. Happy birthday my sweet boy Michael. I now know in this moment, I did not loose you. In that moment, I found me and for that I honour you. For that, I thank you. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-55997167211957067632014-02-18T19:29:00.001+11:002014-02-18T19:29:35.682+11:00<strong>Today we Celebrated my babies 4th bday .Thank you to everyone the messaged ,rang ,facebooked and sent Michael Gifts. It always means so much to me to have him acknowledged and for that I am so grateful . We had a lovely day visiting my boy at the cemetary making and eating his cake and releasing 6 balloons ..one for every member of our family . </strong><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-78243087540677821622014-02-04T10:38:00.001+11:002014-02-04T10:38:38.766+11:00Michael 4th Feb 2008: Most of the time I am OK. Most of the time, I live...<a href="http://preciousbabymichael.blogspot.com/2014/02/most-of-time-i-am-most-of-time-i-live.html?spref=bl">Michael 4th Feb 2008: Most of the time I am OK. Most of the time, I live...</a>: Most of the time I am OK. Most of the time, I live and get on with things and enjoy and appreciate life for all it has given me and all that...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-19460220467574540282014-02-04T10:19:00.000+11:002014-02-18T19:17:40.025+11:00Most of the time I am OK. Most of the time, I live and get on with things and enjoy and appreciate life for all it has given me and all that I have . And its been great and I have been so blessed. Blessed with a loyal husband , blessed with healthy happy children . I have had the pleasure of raising boys and now a fiery, energetic pocket rocket of a girl who I absolutely adore but drives me mad at the same time. I have a beautiful home, a business that provides for my family. I have great family. We have grown to love and respect each other beyond the years of petty sibling arguments and amazing parents who have loved me and given me so much. I also am surrounded by amazing friends . Old and new. All the special people that were there when life was really hard for us to deal with and maybe we were too hard to be friends with. I have so much to be thankful for.<br />
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But today I feel ripped off . Totally ripped off and yeah this post may get a little negative and I won't apologise for that as this is how I feel. So consider this my official warning. If you cannot handle a negative post, well its time to switch off this blog. Today I need to feel this and I will allow myself that. <br />
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6 years ago my eldest child Giovanni was starting school. I had just found out that my baby I was carrying was gravely ill. I don't remember his first day very much. Yeah I was present, well physically but it was all so surreal. Its such an important milestone for any child. Watching them go off to Kindy and begin their life of learning and independence. Giovanni didn't cope very well. He cried and cried for a few days after he started and what made it worse was mummy two days after he started kindy was off to hospital to deliver Michael. It was highly intense and emotional time for us as a family . Watching my eldest accomplish his first milestone and saying good bye to my third child.<br />
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And so Michael was born and buried and life went on. And I had to assume the role of the Kindy mum, dropping off and picking up and dying inside. Why? Well their were so many pregnant women around. At school , friends and family member's all blossoming with their little bundles and yes it goes without saying, I was happy for them but I was dying inside. I remember the feeling. So numb. So out of it . That was the only way I could cope with this reality at that time. To stay numb.<br />
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So I feel slightly ripped off that I didn't get to remember and enjoy my eldest son first day at school. And bar a few photos, I really have no recollection of this important milestone.<br />
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And now six years later another harsh reality hits. Michael would have started school this year . This would have been a milestone for him and another Milestone that I did not get to share with one of my children. I feel sad. Sad that I didn't get the chance to dress him in a school uniform and walk him proudly into school. Sad that my family is without him. Sad that 6 years has gone by since I held him.<br />
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Till the day you fall from the sky and we are together again<br />
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Happy birthday sweet boy. Always in my heart and forever loved.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-17814042535736584692013-12-21T07:30:00.000+11:002013-12-21T07:30:00.472+11:00A Christmas gift from an AngelWell there are two angels involved in this story . The person who facilitated this and my baby who under no uncertain circumstances always reminds me how much he loves me and the fact that he is always around.<br />
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I am writing this blog post not only to share with you all my story and yes this blog serves a personal purpose for me, in that it keeps a log of all the beautiful connections I have from time to time with my baby but also to remind so many of you (and a few people on my friends list come to mind who have lost there loved ones recently) that they are in fact always around. <br />
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Do I believe this? <br />
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Always!!! Without a doubt and I know that the recently bereaved are told this all the time as a way to somehow reduce the pain they are experiencing but I am telling you first hand that they are, and being open and believing is the key to noticing their signs.<br />
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I have been fortunate enough to be reminded in so many ways that Michael is with me . But the way and the timing he does this still amazes me. I often say to Vince for such a little baby, who was born but never took a breath on this earth, he is such an amazing , powerful little man to orchestrate a chain of events to always get these precious gifts to me. <br />
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The best way for me to tell this story is to directly reveal the message that was sent to me by a very special earth Angel called Magda (I know she won't mind me sharing cause I have asked her permission) .<br />
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Earlier this month I received this message in my in box <br />
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"Hi Rita how are u? I have to tell u a little story to explain something that I have to give u . I must sound strange but I've been putting it off as I didn't know how to tell u about what happened one day when I was shopping at "masters" . OK ... I was having sad day a few months back and I went to masters to buy a flower to plant . I was looking around and this worker was pushing a loaded flat trolley with pots, plants, rocks etc . As he walked passed me a box fell at my feet ... I couldn't tell what was in it as it was upside down. I was going to pick it up but the guy beat me to it and apologised for dropping it on me. When I was going to pick it up ( you popped into my head & I had a strong sense of you ) .... I picked my plant and instead of going to the cash register I was being pulled in a different direction . I walked over to where the guy had left the trolley and without touching anything the box fell at my feet again & that same feeling of u . I bought the box - it has 3 stones in it each with something written on them . I bought another box for myself and have yours in a bag. I have had it for a few months and I didn't know how to approach you and tell u . I'm sorry it's taken me so long to message u , but I know these stones belong to u and I would like to give them to u . After I left from the shops I felt so clam and my sadness turned to understanding and I could breathe again . For whatever reason it was a message from something beyond my understanding but I am a believer . "<br />
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When I met up with Magda, seeing her face when she was explaining to me again, what had happened was so amazing. But I can't tell her how grateful I am that she chose to tell me. These events happened back in August but Magda felt it wasn't the right time to give to me and she trusted her guidance. She was right.<br />
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August 2013 was a time in my life when a very dark time/association of my past had resurfaced. The last few months as a result have been quite intense emotionally as I worked through my past and worked through the anger associated with it. Facing this part of yourself is so confronting and frightening. With this, came a few dark soul searching moments which again taught me so much and in the end my heart and the power of forgiveness (well and truly) led me to letting it all go and coming to peace with the events. This only happened late November. So Magda was right. The timing for me to receive this gift back in August was not right.<br />
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When I met up with Magda she proceeded to tell me how Michael had touched her and how honoured she was that he chose her as a channel to get these gifts to me. And this is what I received.<br />
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You could imagine, just when I had closed a very painful chapter in my life, to receive this from my baby, my angel was so profound. And again the timing!<br />
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So I guess the pictures says it all. <br />
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Thank you so much Magda for what you did for me. And I Can't wait to take you to Michaels grave. It means so much to me that my precious baby is acknowledged and remembered.<br />
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And to my baby, my angel. I love you more than words can say and I just want you to know that mummy is ready ! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-18797581733844269392013-10-20T22:23:00.001+11:002013-10-20T22:23:36.461+11:00Missing youI haven't written here for a while and really felt the need to write. I always used my blog as a way of connecting with my boy and I guess being a little disconnected at the moment due to the fact I studying for my upcoming exams, this is a tangible way to connect. Today I saw my beautiful niece being baptized. And to be honest seeing these little babies in their beautiful white gowns always reminds me of what I missed out on with my baby boy. For the most part these days, I feel at peace with the situation and have accepted that Michael will always be the child that I share this special spiritual connection with but sometimes I just want him in my arms. Yes Michael, mummy just wants you in her arms. And although I know this is not logical , tonite my heart is aching for you. And tonight I wish things were different. But there not, you not here and so life goes on and that we do, Get on with life. We may not get out to the cemetary much these days and yes there are those that judge us for it but know Michael you are always in my heart . Never forgotten and I know your not really there anyway my blue bird. I saw you fly by me when I went for my walk this week . ❤ Love mummy <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXG7sPAgw3T0vHeaTFOys5cDF0uGmjdg2DuuT6f5rWU_XZg5P_9Vgl2RGM9Bgg7Pd4wWdxUaaJNPgCqNH_0BKEa-tQYyoXjWQ7JVu0fxTnfFXqC4IKhONpO7JvTb3AoZ9rIeMSYqsXiDQ/s640/blogger-image-2030670547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXG7sPAgw3T0vHeaTFOys5cDF0uGmjdg2DuuT6f5rWU_XZg5P_9Vgl2RGM9Bgg7Pd4wWdxUaaJNPgCqNH_0BKEa-tQYyoXjWQ7JVu0fxTnfFXqC4IKhONpO7JvTb3AoZ9rIeMSYqsXiDQ/s640/blogger-image-2030670547.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-79283267315919920812013-02-03T22:04:00.001+11:002013-02-04T21:46:23.976+11:00Happy 5th birthday to my angel ! Always in my heart xAs sure as the sun will rise tomorrow ,<br />
As sure as the moon will set , that day too,<br />
As sure as I will wake in morning <br />
I will be sure to think of you .<br />
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5 years ago I had the honour,<br />
To hold you in my arms .<br />
5 years ago I said goodbye,<br />
With that you took my heart .<br />
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So I lay here little angel,<br />
With tears of gratitude and joy.<br />
Forever thankful for having held you once<br />
My angel baby boy . <br />
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But it is the way it is ! I'm here ! You are there and only you know how much I miss you ! Love you x thank you for all the signs x Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-36686879085804101262013-01-12T21:36:00.001+11:002013-01-12T21:36:56.958+11:00Birthday gift from an angel with love x <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilq_L-P9BC3LnNoA9Afi3_mkTMRbBDtZXISOj-J1RJF_DSzKb0JlOafhnhx7g1swlMa3hti7jPKolPwRVyQFPh7UU_GbbJdG_InwELsZla6J9J6V_9eeTPn713bOEGM3JrSHxcXzYVZAc/s640/blogger-image--178396056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilq_L-P9BC3LnNoA9Afi3_mkTMRbBDtZXISOj-J1RJF_DSzKb0JlOafhnhx7g1swlMa3hti7jPKolPwRVyQFPh7UU_GbbJdG_InwELsZla6J9J6V_9eeTPn713bOEGM3JrSHxcXzYVZAc/s640/blogger-image--178396056.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-28543040980758441522012-12-30T17:33:00.001+11:002014-02-18T19:18:54.388+11:00Just one wishThe presents are open ,<br />
The guest are gone. <br />
The silence gives mummy a chance to wonder<br />
What your smile would have been like on Christmas Day .<br />
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Would you have run to the tree, <br />
Opened your gifts <br />
Jumped on mummy and daddy's bed<br />
Just like your brothers did . <br />
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Miss you more then words can say ! I love you and wish you were here with us this Christmas ! Thank you for being you and for always making your presence known . Mummy and daddy need that and love that . You are our angel and forever in our hearts and I know you will be around on Christmas day x love you<br />
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Mummy Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-83944104177715430992012-10-31T21:47:00.001+11:002012-10-31T21:47:28.464+11:00Messages from the other sideThey say that the connection between a Parent and child is eternal and has no boundaries . These words a words I hoped were true when Michael passed on . I wanted to believe that even though Michael and I were not together on this earthly dimension , that at a soul level we would always be able to connect .<br />
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I myself have had personal verification that Michael is OK and that he is around ,via the appearance of the blue wren and also several unexplained events around the home ,however the main connection with him has been though mediums .I have been to a medium several times ,and without fail Michael will always make his presence known. His energy his strong and his ability to come through amazingly intense .<br />
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But last night to my surprise I was given verification yet again that he is in fact with us through a series of events and syncroninties that only a special spirit could orchestrate to let his mummy and daddy know he is OK.<br />
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A dear friend of ours and a very special person in my husbands life decided he would go and see a medium . Our friend , to be honest is the last person I would have expected to go see a medium however I was pleasantly surprised that he was in fact open to this .However curiosity and stories from his family members regarding the accuracy of this particular medium led him to make booking to see her well over 12 months ago . This is not the same medium who I have gone to for my readings .<br />
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So almost 12 months later the medium calls him and offers him a reading. Of he went with expectation of who he wanted to hear from to validate the reading .<br />
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As the reading progressed several of his family members came through all with uncanny validation that no one unless close to the family would have known , however towards the end of the reading several of our family members decided to make an appearance. Initially Vince's Mum came through , revealing her name however our friend did not make the connection given that he was there for his own reading and only expected his family members to 'pop' in . Then Vince's Dad tried to make himself known revealing his initial and the fact that he died from stomach cancer quite suddenly but still our friend could not get the connection to him and then the medium asked him<br />
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Well with this comment our dear friends doubts, if he still had any, simply washed away as he revealed to her that this was in fact his good mates baby. In his own words the hairs on his body where standing on end as she progressed to tell him that Michael loved the blanket that we wrapped him in ( I had wrapped in in a very special blanket which i used for all my boys) . He also went on to tell her that He often plays with his sister Evangeline (which we have witnessed first hand) and that he in fact looks allot like Evangeline. He Mentioned to the medium that he reveals himself as a 'small bird or a sparrow' which our dear friend verified as being the blue wren. He told us that he is with his grandfather Giovanni in particular and he is well taken care of . He also told us that he loved his tomb stone and everything we put on it for him .<br />
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The medium comments to our friend that she was very surprised being a baby that he was able to come through given that there were so many of HIS friends family members trying to make a connection and all with very strong personalities .<br />
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Our friend came over yesterday to share the story with us and with tears in my eyes I went to sleep comforted yet again that my baby is OK , in fact around us and being taken care of in heaven by his loving grandparents.<br />
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This was not enough for my boy and went on today to ensure we totally understood that he is around.<br />
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Our friends cousin also got a reading with this particular medium today . I'm not sure if she knows our story but we are in no way related and really have no connection other then our friends so I was extremely shocked to hear that Michael decided to also make an appearance in her reading also . The Medium asked her if she had a family member come and see her early this week , The cousin said yes . The medium progressed to tell her that Michael was here again and that he wanted her to tell our friend that he was comforting his parents last night when our friend was telling us about his reading '<br />
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How special is that and amazing . I am blown away at the lengths my little man will go to and I am so fortunate that he has the energy to make him self known and to let me know he is good.<br />
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I cannot tell you as a mother with a permanent ache in her heart for the child I could not raise how blessed I feel right now . I have had to accept the circumstances of Michael's death and the fact that I was not to nurture him however to have this connection I feel a deep sense of gratitude that I cannot explain in words .<br />
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We are also blessed to also have special friends that take the time to let us know the messages and share in this journey with us .<br />
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My baby is around and if there was any doubt ever that he is in fact a VERY big part of our family on a daily basis , there is definitely no doubt now .<br />
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I have gone on to make an appointment with this medium who is booked 6mths ahead of time so I cannot wait to get my reading but in the meantime I will hold onto these cherished moments forever <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-4728307548799475702012-10-18T20:38:00.000+11:002012-10-18T20:38:10.664+11:00How Far I have comeI haven't written in my blog for a while but tonight a feel compelled to write . Perhaps its the fact that Oct 15th was Remembrance day for all the babies/infants that are no longer with us. I have been thinking about Michael a great deal . I guess It goes without saying that not a day goes by where I don't miss my little boy. He is here with me and makes his presence known in many forms. But I can honestly say that I am at peace with the events that happened almost five years ago . These events made me who I am today and has lead me to a path to finally honour who I truly arm.<br />
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I have recently started my Own business called 'Radiant healing' which has brought me back to the person I was before I said goodbye to my gorgeous boy . This has put me in a position to do what it is that I love doing . What comes naturally to me. Had it not been for my spirituality prior to loosing Michael , I don't think I would have coped as well as I could have. But today I stand before you a loving , strong , renewed women who again is going forward with her spirituality in tact yet knowing who I am , what I stand for and my core values . I owe this to my son . I am who I am and honour who I am as a Divine child of the light here to help in anyway that I can. This is an aspect of my self that denied for so long . An aspect I was afraid to reveal for fear of judgement . But to have a child like Michael and to reveal to the world the circumstances of his death I have opened my self to the worst possible judgement a parent would ever have to endure and I survived . Why? Because I know in my heart of hearts that I did what was best for my child and what was best for my family and as a result I have been gifted with the strength to stand true to who I am and what it is I love to do .<br />
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This photo captures far I ve come in a way no words can desecribe<br />
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Tonight It felt right to show the world my little man x my boy who I love so much and proud to be his mummy. Hope you dont mind me sharing <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-9746660763559683382012-05-12T13:59:00.001+10:002014-02-18T19:19:49.264+11:00Mothers dayA mother is a mother in so many ways ! There are mothers who have there children with them . There are those who have older children . There are grand mothers in their glory days enjoying their time with their grand children ! There are those mothers for some reason have had to let go . There are mothers that are grieving their children who have crossed over and there are mothers that are nurturing both their living children and their children who have passed on ! There are those women who long to be mothers , grieving the child they never had . THe brave mothers who have had to nurse an unwell child back to health or the mother praying for their child on the frontline ! there are mothers who have lost their lives to become a mother or mothers who themselves have passed over watching over their children from above . So many stories yet so many ways to be a mother . <br />
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It never ceases to amaze me that my baby boy does show himself when least expected yet when I need it most. I love that we have this connection . This is definitely not a bird that I see all the time so when I do see the blue wren it means so Much. I thank my friend Jenny so much for this connection and allowing me to know of this bird and that its Michaels way of connecting .</div>
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Why is it the the lead up to anniversaries , birthdays or other milestones So hard. For me I suppose its the reminiscing of the events leading up to Michael's birth . I really don't like living in the past and the now is a place were I am at my best . As soon as I start reliving the past or worrying about what the future may hold , I do feel a certain level of anxiety. But when your in the moment and you are taking in the beauty of your child's smile or the intense colour of that pretty pink flower.. that is what is real . That is the only moment in time you have control of and the only event you can change. The current moment .</div>
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Last year for Michael's birthday my beautiful friend Keels from WA Sent Michael some gifts for his birthday. Amongst them was some sand from the children's Beach in WA Where Carly Marie takes photos of the Angel babies name in the sand . She also sent Michael some sea shells . Over the year I kept forgetting the sand at home when we went to the cemetery but finally for my babies 4th birthday , which felt so right we sprinkled the sand from The Children's beach over Michael's grave. This was very special and I felt very connected to my special friend in WA and her beautiful angel baby Tadgh x<br />
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In the evening we invited Michael's grand parents and Auntie Cat over to help us eat Mitchael's cake . We had a lovely evening with family honouring Michael and to be honest.. I am not sure how long this will continue ..but for me as long as i shall live. I will promise to celebrate the life of a little boy who although was never here ,never set foot on this earth but made it long enough for mummy to cherish those few moments in my arms . Michael your are never ever forgotten , always in my heart . Happy Angel birthday sweet boy<br />
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I would also like to thank everyone who facebooked , messaged , rang , wrote poetry and sent gifts to Michael. It means so much to have him acknowledged. I cannot tell you how it warms my heart that those close to me take the time to remember Michael and read this blog .<br />
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Anna Karen the boys loved making Michael's Puzzle . And to Vivian , your poem was so beautiful . Thank you x<br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">and Michael is not here to see, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">you'll bake a cake & buy balloons, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">you'll burn a candle too. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">you'll imagine what the day would bring, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">if only he weren't gone. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">he'd run and laugh, and jump about, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">you'd sing the birthday song. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">He should be here today, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">excited as can be... </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">Sifting through the toys and wrap, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">bursting forth with glee... </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">But God had other plans for him</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">these plans, you'll never know. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">Today, the candle burns, </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">...with no tiny lips to blow. </span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">It's Michael's birthday number Four.....</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">He will always be in your heart and thoughts</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">Just as you will always be in my thoughts</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-71022801855682243832012-02-03T20:29:00.001+11:002012-02-03T20:48:21.333+11:00Happy 4th Birthday Sweet BoyAs time passes so quickly you would think that this time of year would get easier. But the memories and the intensity of the expereince even four years on , are still very real . But I have to say even though the memories of Michael are minimal in terms of time that we had with him , over the last four years we have had so much confirmation that he is in fact around us and constantly watching over us .<br />
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I often wonder what Michael would look like as a four year old . He looked alot like my second son Nicholas ,so I picture him to be playful ,with dark hair and full life and whilst if he where here with us he would not have had that life , I know with my entire being that in heaven were ever that may be ...that is how he is . Just like his brothers . Kicking the ball , being cheeky , rumbling with all his angel friends . Thats how I like to picture my boy and thats how he appears in my dreams .<br />
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And just like my other Children , I am so proud of him . I often wonder how such a small beautiful soul that never walked this earth ..never left a foot print in the sand could touch so many hearts and leave a mark on so many lives . In particular his Mummy .<br />
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I know I have said this before but I am so blessed to have held you in my arms Michael . So honoured to have given birth to you and so proud to call you my son. You have tought mummy so much and with the help of your spirit I have become a better person . Mummy wishes every day that i could hold you one more time . Touch you physically . Spend a day with you ...watch you blow out your candles but our connection was to be on a different level my boy ...and for this I am enternally grateful .<br />
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So as your birthday approaches and mummy remembers the emotions I was feeling 4 years ago like it was yesterday ..one thing is different . Today I smile . I smile for all the blessing you have given me and this is far more intense then the grief I felt four years ago .<br />
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Happy birthday sweet boy ! I love you and Miss you every day xxx Mummy <br />
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This is a poem i wrote Michaels first xmas in heaven . The emotions are still the same but the pain a little easier. If I had a xmas wish is would be that he br here with us on earth for just one day . We miss you little boy and love you always ! Merry Merry Xmas <br />
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Michael this Christmas was to be your first<br />
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And my heart aches for you.<br />
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I will not have my baby boy with me<br />
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Everyone expects mummy to be ok<br />
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“you need to be for your other children’s sake”<br />
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But my heart is so empty, I miss you so much<br />
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I wish you were here when I wake<br />
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This christmas day .<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-17086600827729035032011-12-17T00:44:00.003+11:002014-02-18T19:21:48.215+11:00Its been a while since ive written on here and with my sons fourth birthday looming and the energy of 2012, the last two weeks i have been somewhat reflective on the events and lessons of the last four years.<br />
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If Michael has taught me anything , its the fact that life is too short and that as the days seem to go quicker and the years appear to be shorter , the more and more I realise that I owe it to my precious boy to honour my life and the little time I have here .<br />
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Something has come over me and I have completely realised that its time to be true to myself and to be true to who I am an what I want from life.<br />
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I think we spend so much of our lives trying to please , trying to be something that we are not , for the sake of people liking you and perhaps for the sake of 'peace' . But when you are not at peace in side , when your inner world is in complete turmoil , how do you continue to justify living a life that is not real ....<br />
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Life is too short to fight these inner battles.<br />
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I owe it to me , Michael and my beautiful family to be true to myself and although I am about to make a decision yet again that has not been made lightly , I have survived having to make the toughest decision a parent would have to make . So this decision in comparison to having to say good bye to my beautiful boy is really insignificant.<br />
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So I have decided to be done with the drama .Done with not being me. Done with trying to please others at the expense of myself respect and moving forward from here , i will find peace for being me. <br />
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2012 is the end ..Not the end of the world but the end of life as I know it ! The end of the games , drama and toxic people who create it . Time to be free .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04774762039263696700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244905504420414900.post-36201184647177242862011-02-14T20:07:00.000+11:002014-02-18T19:22:43.848+11:00'Michaels Star'This year for Michael's 3rd birthday I decided to Name a star in his memory .We named it 'Michaels Star'. I thought it was fitting and a reminder that michael is always shining down on us . The most amazing thing was that when I recieved the co-ordinates of this star , the constellation in resides in is in the shape of the letter 'M'. How amazing !<br />
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Michael has given me so much ..This is the least I can do for him . I had a friend say to me the other day that its great that we celebrate Michaels birthday. I really feel this goes without saying . I would not let my other childrens birthday go by without acknowledging their special day and I feel Michael deserves the same treatment/ acknowledgment . Its just something any mother would do for any of their children ..Living or in the spirit world.</div>
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I was overwhelmed and inundated with so many messages and gifts for Michaels Birthday this year and for that I thank everyone . For me all this is just my way of feeling so close to him and on some strange way I feel that even though he never lived a day on this earth he has touched so many people in so many different ways ! He makes me sooo proud .</div>
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You know howthey say that out of something so bad ...something good will always shine through well I can say in my instanse that whilst loosing Michaels was the most difficult epxerience I have ever had to face in my life I can honestly say that out of this I have been given so much . And one of the main things is all the amazing friends that I have made through out this journey. Mothers that have epxerienced the exact same event. Mothers ..angels on this earth that through there own hardships have guided me , supported me and got me through this experience and we have all come out the other end as special friends . A bond not willingly formed but none the less a blessing.</div>
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I recieved a special parcel for Michaels friends from a special friend in perth ..Keels ..</div>
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Thank you so much for always acknowledging and remebering Michael . You thoughts, words and gifts are always so touching. You are truely and angel on this earth and I know I have made a friend for life</div>
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To my other friends , Ness , Anna-Karen, Shelly ,Carly , Jen... and Many more that I would not have made had I not had this journey.. Thank you xxx</div>
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And of course thank you to all my family and friends that have been so supportive from day one . Thank you also for remembering and acknowledging Michael . It means so much</div>
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