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Brief Encounters can help you feel less alone on your journey through grief. Here you may find helpful resources as you work through the pain of losing your babies. You can connect with parents who know the hard work of picking up the pieces of shattered dreams. Please join us as we learn how to be patient and kind to ourselves as the rest of the world tries to rush us through our grief. Here we have learned that making the journey with others is not nearly as lonely.
Brief Encounters Holiday Remembrance Ceremonies
Adults: Monday, December 10, 2018, 7 PM
Join others in the Brief Encounters community for the annual Holiday Remembrance Ceremony for parents and adult family members/friends. Held at the Peace House, the ceremony will include readings, songs, and poems to honor our children who have died.
Children: Saturday, December 8, 2018, 10 am-12 noon
Join other families at the Peace House for this holiday gathering to celebrate and remember siblings who have died. Children can decorate cookies, makes crafts, sing and listen to stories.
For both ceremonies, Brief Encounters will be decorating special tear drop ornaments which include your child’s name and birth and death dates. All proceeds benefit Brief Encounters and our continued outreach to bereaved families. The ornaments in memory of our children are our primary fundraising activity; we really appreciate your support. Suggested donation: $20. Ornaments will be available after the Holiday Remembrance Ceremony or can be shipped for a small handling charge. To place your order complete the following form: ORNAMENT ORDER FORM
Both ceremonies will be held at the Peace House, located at 2116 NE 18th Ave, Portland
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by Monica Welty
This poem was written by a bereaved parent from Brief Encounters; we share it with her permission and our gratitude.
I would like to come and sit next to your pain
and you to mine.
Let’s cradle it, here together
on this soft couch in this big house with this lady with kind eyes
She knows our grief without telling hers
sitting here, in a room full of our stories Her short sentences telling us there is somewhere to get to from here.
Let’s whisper it, here to each other
Between sobs, choked in the center of the throat, through the blank stare of shock
So that only we and God can hear. Give Him a moment’s rest from our pleading.
And us, too.
Sit here with me, together
Let’s look at each other, stare and marvel with wide eyes
the million broken shards, some blunt some sharp some splintered
one human to the other: “What has become of you, stranger?”
Let’s paste each other back together. You do some, I do some.
It’s not going to be perfect but
It’s going to be.
Let’s sit here together next to our pain.
Let’s cradle it in the ache of a mother’s arms.
Let’s whisper it so only we and God can hear.