At dinner last night, I was in the company of people who had lost children. One had lost her child as an adult the other had lost two infants. Another friend suffered a miscarriage.
Losing a child, is a thought none of us want to even go to. A child is a gift and to have that gift taken away, is beyond any other pain. I have seen many clients who have bravely come to see me, having lost a child. Personally, I find it hard to understand how they are even dressed and functioning. A serious reality check for those who moan that they are having a bad day, because life isn't quite working out for them. But I won't get started on that.
Miscarriage, however, is a taboo subject for some still. The grieving mother is met with empty comments like "it is probably for the best" and similar. Perhaps that's true. But when you know there is a life growing inside you, and then it is gone, a mother can feel a failure, asking herself what did I do to harm my unborn child?
Unlike, losing a once living person, there is nothing to show for it. You have nothing, except a hormonal party driving you insane. No grave, no photos, nothing.
Prof Brian Weiss wrote two of my favourite books, Many Lives Many Masters and Only Love is Real. These books changed my life. Weiss, is a past life therapist who re- counts experiences with patients who give him an insight into life on the other side. One patient explained that the soul of an unborn child does not fully connect with the body until birth. The soul travels backwards and forwards from the other side until it is time to begin life in human form. The soul of a foetus, that doesn't make it for one reason or another, is never damaged and will return to one or either parent in the form of another child in this life or the next.
If you know someone who is going through this experience right now, talk to them. Just because nature took it's course doesn't mean that it wasn't real. It is a silent grief.
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