Psalm 46:10a
Lord, things SEEM strange. Yet, I feel your presence and your comfort. Thank you.
And you? How do things feel in your life?

by Mary Bonner | Feb 15, 2012 | Uncategorized | 6 comments
Lord, things SEEM strange. Yet, I feel your presence and your comfort. Thank you.
And you? How do things feel in your life?
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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!
Happy Anniversary Week to my love that is not on ANY social media channel!
May 9
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
Jun 16
In what seems like the blink of an eye, it is 31 years later. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her.
My heart still hurts.
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
Jun 9
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
Apr 2
@coach_andy_bonner made me a mom. His wife, Ashley, made me a mother-in-law. Happy Anniversary to them! 6 years and counting. Dad and I love you!
Aug 6
Every June I think I`m going to handle this better. Whatever better looks like - I don`t know. 30 years and I still cry at random times. And every June I fall apart.
She would have been 30 next week. Instead of whisking her off for a 30th birthday trip to Key West like we did for her brother @coach_andy_bonner or Niagara Falls like we did for his wife we will make another kind of trip.
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
#infantloss #psalm56
#trisomy18 #philippians413 #childloss #infantlosssurvivor
Jun 3
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Love the snow scene and the "Be still" verse–
Well, things are feeling really cluttered around my house with the tail end of this remodeling but I guess strange in a way also–go to the entry hall for salt and pepper–go to the dining room for a pan to fry the eggs in–go to the den for the other spices–go to the new pantry for some wesson oil–well, you get the picture–I never thought I was an organized person but I guess I am at least sorta–
The really strange thing is that this is not driving me to distraction–ha ha–I have so many more wonderful things (things God is doing) to focus my attention on and it is good–all He does is good!
Mary, I have sensed this "strange" before too! Alot of times, my mind wants to "fly the coop" and become anxious & fearful. And looking back, God was definitely at work preparing me for the next step – may have been a great lesson to be learned, but gaining strength beforehand – and realizing HIS presence was near.
Winter is always a little "strange" for me as I am usually more reflective, quieter, knitting and spinning, taking pictures and reading more…It seems God draws me away during the winter months to fill me for the coming more active months ahead….I actually like all the seasons as I find that God is the same yet different in each season.
I love this post because it has caused me to ponder even more…"Be still and know that I am God"…..love this verse..
Well–this is interesting–I am not having to look for the salt shaker in the hallway like Dianne–that is an obvious reason one might be feeling a little off balance–but she seems okay with it. Like Nancy–you have me pondering if I am feeling a little 'strange' too. hmmm Something to think about–PS–I am back–these little letters to prove I am not a robot make me feel a little weird–because I can barely make them out. 🙂
I love quiet and calm. I just think it is refreshing and peaceful, a 'sort of resting place' in order to find strength for what is to come.
Remember we hear him better when the quiet is louder than our thoughts.
You know what? I think if everyone in the world just slowed down a bit and were still for just a little while we would see a lot of conversions. Noise can drown out that still, small voice.
We have zero snow here. I mean, I can see my grass (well, my weeds) and we still have bugs in February! I killed two mosquitoes yesterday and I'm not joking. Usually you never see them up here after October. Other than that freak October storm we haven't had any snow either. It's weird. I'm pretty sure we usually get 90 to 100 inches of snow a year, but not this year.