On October 15, at 7:00 pm in all time zones, families around the United States will light candles in memory all of the precious babies who have been lost during pregnancy or in infancy.  Too many families grieve in silence, sometimes never coming to terms with their loss.

If you or someone you know has suffered a miscarriage, stillbirth or infant loss due to SIDS/SUID, prematurity or other cause, we hope you will join us in this national tribute to create awareness of these tragic infant deaths and provide support to those that are suffering.

Help us create a ‘wave’ of light across our nation!

Learn more at www.october15th.com


My little guy would be 8 years old today.  Sometimes it doesn’t seem real and sometimes all too real.  I miss him.  I know a lot of people out there may think I should be over it.  I’m not.  I gave birth to my sweet son and buried him days later.  Shame on me if I ever got over that.  I love him and always will.  I praise God for taking the best possible care of him.  What an honor Joshua has to live for eternity with his King!

The balloons are all ready to take tomorrow along with his trees and toys.  His place at his “park” (we call the cemetery his park) will be decorated beyond compare!

Below is the passage we put on his website nearly 8 years ago.


JOSHUA 1:5 ~ No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.

We were so blessed to have Joshua in our hearts, arms and lives, even if for too short of a time.  We have memorized his precious face and look at his pictures constantly to give us comfort.  He is greatly missed, forever cherished and always remembered.  We know he is experiencing such joy in Heaven and we know that we will see him again!  What peace that brings!  Though we miss him dearly, Joshua is and will remain a very important and special part of our family.

MATTHEW 19:14 ~ Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”


Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. 10 For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.11 But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love,endurance and gentleness.

1 Timothy 6:9-11


Yesterday we went to the cemetery.   We always go on Mother’s Day and Joshua’s birthday, and then as much as we are able throughout the year.  We went to the cemetery after visiting our friends who are dealing with fresh grief right now.  They are constantly in my thoughts and prayers.  My heart breaks for the devastating situation they are going through right now.   We have old grief.  Old grief is like a covered wound.  It is concealed and on the surface okay, but can be ripped open at any time and be flooded with pain.  The thing about old grief, though, is that even though pain comes, your tolerance for it builds.  The words our friends said were verbatim to words I have said since we lost Joshua…it is interesting how God gives us similar wisdoms to get through trials.  “…a new normal.”  “…pain won’t go away but will be manageable.”  “…it is really real.”  “…life shouldn’t keep going when ours is stopping.”  The events they are going through this week brought back our events like they happened yesterday.  (I am not saying they are the same, not saying the pain or grief is the same, just saying we both grieved for loved ones).

So with their words swimming in my head with my own recollections I was flooded with memories of our loss.  I remembered thinking I couldn’t pinpoint which day was the hardest in my life…the day we said goodbye at the hospital…the day we had to choose a headstone and floral arrangement for a baby…or the day when life had to continue and he really couldn’t be with us.  I recalled standing at his gravesite after the funeral before he was buried.  The men that were to bury him were waiting for us, I knew.  They kept their respectful distance, but just knowing they were waiting made my skin crawl a little.  I remembered memorizing Joshua’s features in the hospital, because I knew, sadly, that reality and time would make those memories fade, so I studied him and memorized him …not just his pictures.  I remembered how my husband stood by my side and held me up through everything.  I remembered looking back and being so grateful for the shock so I could get through the week.  I think shock is a gift from God.  I remembered feeling guilty the first time I smiled after he was gone.  In my remembering, I also remembered the rays of light that came through this time too.  Multitudes of amazing support from family and friends, God’s unfailing love giving us hope and strength, sweet memories, a way to support others in the future.  Joshua’s life has touched many.  We celebrate that he is with our Lord and Savior even though we miss him.  We try to teach the kids that as well, as we often decorate his spot with balloons and each child takes his/her own toy to leave there…sometimes we even picnic there.  Grief is hard, but often produces beauty on the other side.

As Mother’s Day was approaching on the radio and at church I often heard how difficult it would be for some…I already knew that…having friends and family who are not able to have children, knowing others who have lost moms or children…but I was pleased that they were remembered.  I found it interesting that those who lost mothers were mentioned and those who couldn’t have children, but not those who lost children(in what I heard).  I was not in the least offended…truly…I think it is because it is just not as common…it is just not how we think the world is supposed to work.  Thankfully we are not as smart as God and His plan is perfect!

I have always been one to enjoy parties, holidays, birthdays, celebrations.  But…this year at various events I realized that all these “fun” days always leave someone feeling sad.  Birthdays are hard for the ones who haven’t met goals.  Mother’s Day can be hard for moms (or women who want to be moms) and children…Father’s Day can be hard for dads (or men who want to be dads and children).  At each holiday someone may be missed or someone could hold regret.  I am certainly not boycotting holidays and celebrations, but perhaps being challenged once again to make the most of each person in my life each day.  I should celebrate my loved ones everyday!  They are not just blessings on their birthdays or holidays…they are blessings the whole year through.