To whom I belong…5 minute Friday

by Mary Bonner | Jul 11, 2014 | Uncategorized | 15 comments

Five Minute Friday is being hosted by Crystal this week.

Today’s prompt: BELONG

Go…

It was a sunny June day. We sat in the big conference room. My husband and me and what seemed like 25 doctors, but it was probably only 5 or 6…maybe 8. I just know that I got swallowed up in the moment and tuned them out.

Most of them anyway.

I tuned out the ones that said we could prevent this in a future pregnancy with the right tests and if we got this diagnosis, we could terminate.

That is when I stopped listening.

That is when my husband said, “we aren’t interested in that. Tell us what we need to know about Amy.”

She died later that day. In my arms, in a room with family and friends.

She didn’t belong to me.

She was only on loan for 4 days.

But the truth is, none of my children belong to me. They all belong to Him.

I only get to hold them for a time…sometimes short…4 days…sometimes longer.

I know to whom they really belong. I know to whom I belong.

And I am OK with that.

The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it;

Psalm 24:1

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15 Comments

julietrita on July 11, 2014 at 5:45 pm

Last week was my first Five Minute Friday and without knowing or planning I wrote about the moment when my sister died. And now in my second week, I read your words, your memory of life and death of love and grief. We need to share these things and I'm glad I've been one of your witnesses. Thank you.
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- Mary Bonner on July 13, 2014 at 11:59 pm
  
  Thank you for stopping by and so glad you joined 5 Minute Friday. I tried clicking on your name so I could check out your blog, but it said the link wasn't found. I'll try to find you at the link-up…I want to read your story.
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Michelle Waychoff on July 11, 2014 at 6:26 pm

Oh Mary….
I pray the Lord continues to embrace you and keep you covered with his strength and love. Your ability to write this is just another testimony of His strength in you. Thank you for sharing this. I think it's an amazing reminder to all of us that our children are only on loan to us. They belong to Him.
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- Mary Bonner on July 14, 2014 at 12:00 am
  
  Michelle, I am so thankful for your words of encouragement. Our children really are on loan and that is a sobering thought for me. Thank you for stopping by.
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sowingseedsofgrace on July 11, 2014 at 6:34 pm

Mary, after you commented on my blog today, I had to come visit and learn more about you. Of course, I wasn't expecting to read your soul-baring words. But the core of your post and its focus has been my mantra since my only child was born — they are only on loan and do not belong to us. Some are with us longer than others but they all belong to Him. Beautifully written. I am sorry for your pain and loss but so thankful for your walk and understanding. Looking forward to more interaction with you.
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- Mary Bonner on July 14, 2014 at 12:08 am
  
  Thank you…
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Kesha's Life on July 11, 2014 at 7:10 pm

Humbled that you shared. Grateful for your words. Thank you again.
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- Mary Bonner on July 14, 2014 at 12:10 am
  
  I'm so grateful you stopped by. Thank you.
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Mia De Vries on July 11, 2014 at 8:41 pm

Dear Mary
It brings so much peace to my heart to know that Jesus loves my children much more than I am capable of and that in His care, is the safest place where I can leave them. Yes, they are gifts from God, but they do not become our possesions.
Blessings XX
Mia
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- Mary Bonner on July 14, 2014 at 12:11 am
  
  "more than I am capable of…" yes, Mia! So well said. Glad to see you friend.
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Grantham Lynn on July 12, 2014 at 12:06 am

Beautiful heart wrenching post. Beautifully written!
Thankful for the beautiful gifts God gives us.
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- Mary Bonner on July 14, 2014 at 12:15 am
  
  Thank you…I am humbled by your words.
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Kathleen on July 12, 2014 at 1:27 pm

That is is so beautiful. It really makes me stop and think. If I could keep that thought in mind at all times, it would change so much about my parenting. Thanks for sharing your heart, Mary.
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- Mary Bonner on July 14, 2014 at 12:15 am
  
  Oh, Kathleen, I love you so much! You are such a dear in real life friend!!
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blestbutstrest on July 14, 2014 at 12:08 am

May God continue to soothe you and cradle you in his arms. You are soooo right. Our children are only on loan (and I needed to be reminded of this today). Thank you.
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In what seemed like the blink of an eye, those young 20 somethings were married for 41 years.

The second photo was taken last year on our 40th anniversary. I didn't post it because I didn't like the way my legs looked. Something happened in the last year and I'm reminded that those legs have carried me for 62 years (when the photo was taken). Carried me through 3 pregnancies that gifted me with one living child, @coach_andy_bonner

The last photo was taken on Tuesday as we sat on the beach and a lady walked by and said, "would you like me to take your picture?" We said yes. Time with John is still one of my favorite things. He retired on Friday, before we left on Monday for this trip. There are so many unknowns but so much to be grateful for and so much to look forward to in the next stage.

I'm grateful for my clients that give me something to do every day Monday-Friday. @christiepurifoy @kriscamealy @bekah @whatlolalikes @abby_roadhome & to the wonderful team @parkermanagement-you guys all make my life so fun!

And I'm grateful for time at a place like this. Sand and water...not sure there is anything better!

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Born 6-9-1992

Died 6-12-1992

Buried 6-16-1992

That would be 31 years ago today.

Last year, on the 30th anniversary of her birth we re-buried her on the grounds of St. Emma Monastery Greensburg, PA where her paternal grandparents are buried.

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Got a pedicure.

Cried.

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She died 4 days after she was born. We buried her 4 days after she died.

Born 6-9-1992

Died 6-12-1992

Buried 6-16-1992

That would be 31 years ago today.

Last year, on the 30th anniversary of her birth we re-buried her on the grounds of St. Emma Monastery Greensburg, PA where her paternal grandparents are buried.

This year, today has been harder than Friday, June 9 the day she was born. Or Monday, June 12 the day she died.

I've cried more today than either of the other days.

I took a walk.

Got a pedicure.

Cried.

And chose a simple dinner of appetizers.

And I give myself permission to do nothing else.

I am thankful for the time we had her. For the experience and the things I learned about myself through the experience.

John and I are very conscious of what we say yes to and what we say no to. All because of Amy's short life.

I've tried to use my experience to help others experiencing infant loss-or any loss. Some things are the same no matter the age of the deceased. Even if it is a loss thru miscarriage. I've experienced that too.

A loss is a loss.

Thank you to my sister and niece @sherrigd @tarahelise for letting us spend last weekend on your porch crying, laughing, and drinking wine and margaritas. I love you guys more than you know and I really needed that.

#infantloss #trisomy18 #stlouischildrenshospital #grief

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The life events.

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I cry at random times.

And I miss her. Still. 31 years later.

I grieve all the things that didn't happen.

The relationships.

The life events.

Strangely though there are fewer tears today. Sometimes I think my tears are all gone. The well is dry.

Lack of tears does not mean lack of grief. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. So I accept my emotions today-whatever they may be.

If you know someone that has experienced a loss, don't be afraid to tell them you remember. Let them know you care. Take a meal, send a text, write and snail mail a card. We want to know our loss is not forgotten.

#infantloss #trisomy18 #stlouischildrenshospital #grief

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And I grieve the fact that I am not the mother of a daughter.

The version of me before Amy`s death is totally different than the me that is here now.

If you want to read more about about my daughter, Amy, you can go to https://marybonner.net/?s=Amy and read more about my journey through infant loss and moving forward.

Adam McHugh`s book Blood From a Stone is a beautiful piece of writing about returning from the dead. I encourage you to check it out. You can find the book on Amazon or wherever books are sold. Find and follow him @adammchughwine You won`t be sorry.

"Grief is so agonizing not only because you have lost something, but you have lost someone, and that someone is the version of you that was alive before your loss."
Blood From a Stone
Adam McHugh
Page 102

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Today is Palm Sunday.

I cried in church. Not because I was thinking about the events leading up to the crucifixion but because there was a little girl of about 5 or so sitting in front of me. She had the most gorgeous dark hair. With streaks of gold running through it. Natural streaks. Not the artificial colored streaks I pay more than I'm willing to share to get every few months.

As I observed her I thought about my own daughter. The one that died at 4 days old.

I thought of how she might be standing next to me this morning or next Sunday on Easter. Maybe she would have travelled to Charlotte to spend some time with her dad and me.

Grief is something that robs us of so much. It robs me of not just my daughter but it robs me of being the mom of a daughter.

I look at some of my closest friends, all mothers of daughters and I envy, yes ENVY!, the relationships they all have with their daughters. They may not agree with them on all things or see eye-to-eye with them but the daughters lead the charge to throw surprise 60th birthday parties for their parents or make sure that mom gets a Mother's Day card, a birthday card, etc.

I think daughters are different than sons. Daughters are more sensitive than sons based on my observations as an outsider. I do not experience that sensitivity.
And I grieve the fact that I am not the mother of a daughter.

The version of me before Amy's death is totally different than the me that is here now.

If you want to read more about about my daughter, Amy, you can go to https://marybonner.net/?s=Amy and read more about my journey through infant loss and moving forward.

Adam McHugh's book Blood From a Stone is a beautiful piece of writing about returning from the dead. I encourage you to check it out. You can find the book on Amazon or wherever books are sold. Find and follow him @adammchughwine You won't be sorry.

"Grief is so agonizing not only because you have lost something, but you have lost someone, and that someone is the version of you that was alive before your loss."
Blood From a Stone
Adam McHugh
Page 102

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There will be a mass next Saturday and we will stand at a grave site as we move her body from the small town where she was buried to a final resting place by her paternal grandparents on the beautiful grounds of St Emma Monastery in Greensburg, PA.

I look forward to the weekend and I dread it all at the same time.

Today I broke down and sobbed. Just like yesterday. And probably will tomorrow. But I remember that He catches my tears in a bottle Psalm 56:8

If I learned anything from
this life experience, it is this: I can do hard things. But not of my own strength. Philippians 4:13

And live to tell about.

Amy Elizabeth Bonner
Jun 9, 1992 - Jun 12, 1992

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