In loving memory of Theadora Brintsey Powell (Thea)
January 18, 2016
her melody, my voice
In loving memory of Theadora Brintsey Powell (Thea)
January 18, 2016
In loving memory of Theadora Brintsey Powell (Thea)
January 18, 2016
One of the most difficult parts of the Rainbow in the infant loss community is the fear that the Sun will eventually overpower the Rain. Truthfully, even though I call Chet my Rainbow, he is not. He is my bright Sonshine. But the most brilliant light, when combined with the most threatening storm, produces the …
Why is loss after loss so much harder? Even when it’s just a material thing that can be replaced? A year ago it was a chicken. Today it is our playground. Why am I so broken over a broken playground? Maybe it’s the long playground journey that brought us here in the first place. When …
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When you stir in the morning, I rub your chubby one-year-old feet, for HIS steadfast love endures forever. I watch your one-year-old toes curl in my hand, for HIS steadfast love endures forever. You sigh a one-year-old sigh and snuggle into your happy place, for HIS steadfast love endures forever. I draw you into mine …
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