Heartbroken for Brooklyn

Dear Baby Glauber,

Your parents love you so much. They spent their last days surrounded in faithful celebration of Purim. It is with hearts full of God’s presence that they left you so suddenly. You are a miracle they leave behind. You are a miracle that they carried and through God’s amazing love, continue to carry.

We all around the world are praying for your safety, for your health, for your life, that one day you will meet with God’s presence and feel the same supernatural joy and goodness that they, your parents, felt for you and with you in their last days here on earth, and in that meeting, you will trust that you are a miracle, you will trust that you are loved, and you will trust that God can purpose the biggest tragedy of your entire life, the biggest displacement possible between you and your parents, into a supernatural transformation that brings you even closer to them, to their wisdom, to their discernment, to their love, than ever would have been possible without this enormous tragedy.

I am so sorry. I am so, deeply, broken and sorry for the death of both of your parents, that you won’t ever see their delight in you, you won’t ever feel their physical touch of adoration and affection for you. I beg the God of the universe to bless you in your breaking moments, that He supernaturally provide for you these gifts in incomprehensible measure.

You are valuable. You are loved. You are a miracle.

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BIRTH & BEREAVEMENT QUOTES

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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

— C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

I am strong.

— January, founder of Birth Without Fear

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

— John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.

— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

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