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Ugh. You are so right.

After I miscarried my sister told me something along the lines of "at least you have two children already"...SO? They don't replace the one I lost.

I had signed up for a pregnancy newsletter and I just logged into a seldom used email account to recieve a message titled "Congratulations, you are 36 weeks pregnant" :(...the due date I would of had is rapidly approaching (much faster, I think, than if I would of carried to term). Dec. 21st is going to be a hard day.

Thank you. I have been mourning the loss of my sister since February. She was 25 and died unexpectedly during childbirth. It has been very difficult as i live far away from home and it was very unexpected. I feel like something was stolen form me and have been very conflicted about my friendships which seemed to have disappeared. It seems like no one knows what to say so they don;t say anything. It is like they are pretending it never even happened. I always imagined them appearing like birds to cover me, but instead I have never felt so alone. I wish I could forward this article to them. I am glad to know how it feels to lose a sibling so suddenly, even though I wish that no one ever had to feel this way.

Thank you so much, Crystal, for this post. I have 2 close friends who are grieving deeply. One friend lost her 18 year old daughter in a car accident and her husband committed suicide last year, as he just couldn't take the pain. The other friend lost her 18 year old son. I really appreciate this post and the advice.

I'm sorry for the loss of your sister. Your post was very timely for me. My own little sister, 18 mos younger than me, passed away Aug 23 at the age of 24. Sadly her passing was a suicide, which leaves so many unanswered questions and emotions. We flew home for the funeral with our 3 children, then came back up here to my husbands base 3500 miles away. It was hard because no one here knew what had happened. My husband immediately went back to work the day after we returned. There was no time to grieve, to process anything. I had to call or email to get information, find out how to obtain police reports, tox screens, autopsy results, when the headstone would be ready, etc. It doesn't end with just the burial and I don't think people realize that it is an ongoing process, it doesn't end with the funeral.

I'm going home for the first time since Aug in a couple wks and everyone thinks it's a pleasure trip but it's not really. Being so far away makes it seem a bit surreal and I know seeing her grave for the first time, with the headstone and everything is going to be very difficult. People also need to know that grief is not a straight line, it zigzags and circles. As sisters there are always so many little dates, little things that remind you of her that others simply don't understand.

You handle so many of the challenges life throws our way with such grace. You have such an amazing way of taking things that seem so complicated (which they are!) and making them manageable...These words of advice are really so valuable.

Excellent post, Crystal.
I'm so glad you put this up.
After Angel died, I felt many of the same things.

That is a great list of alternatives. This book is similar - it's getting a little old (1997) but it's still a goodie - it's "When Life Become Precious" :


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Best regards,

This is wonderfully written. I had a boyfriend die from leukemia 14 years ago when I was 23. We were apart at the time due to his parents' disapproval and the stress it caused on his health. I had to find out he was dying from our pastor. I didn't love him any less yet I wasn't considered a legitimate griever by some. In fact, I recall my manager at my job saying, "didn't you expect him to die?" I had to honestly answer that no, I expected him to beat the cancer. It took me some time to recover and the pain is still there a tiny bit for such a short-lived yet intense relationship. I think about him infrequently but I always feel that I was given an edge in life when I should have been youthful and free. It doesn't compare to the loss of a beloved sister, though.

Your advise speaks volumes; thank you for your insight. Unless someone has gone through the same exact type of loss there is no way someone can even begin to understand. I find when I am unable to understand or empathize with a particular situation I fear that I will end up stumbling upon my words and saying something...well, something that is just wrong.

I remember when I was at the memorial service for the soldiers onboard the helicopter that crashed and standing in the receiving line waiting to speak with the widow of our unit's commander that was onboard the flight. One scene kept playing over and over in my mind; LTC Fenty speaking at the pre-deployment briefing and continuously repeating "don't worry, I will bring all of your husband's home."

When it was my turn to speak with Kristin I squeezed her hand and just kept repeating "I'm so sorry," over and over again. I don't think I said anything else and have always regretted not making the encounter more personal or meaningful. Looking back on the scene, I know that there is nothing that I could have said that would have made her feel better but I still wonder.

Thank you for your "What Can I Say to My Grieving Friend?" list. I cannot even begin to fathom the experience of losing a sibling. Your previous post brought tears to my eyes because this Friday I will be serving as Matron (yuck...what a name) of Honor in my younger sister's wedding. Growing up, we were never as close as you and Lora but we're bonding as we mature into young married women. All too often we take life on this wonderful Earth for granted and I want to say thank you for sharing your story, your pain and your never-ending struggle to make sense of the horrific tragedy that was put upon your family.

Thank you.

P.s. Have you ever considered writing a book about Lora and your experience? You have such a way with words and from what you have written and shared with all of us has painted the picture of a very special sisterly-bond. Lora was a beautiful person, inside and out; those who knew her and were touched by her soul were/are very lucky people...very lucky.

Thank you for this perfectly timed advise. I have a friend who is grieving over a miscarriage and have been at a total loss over what to say to her. This helps a lot...thanks!

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