An open love letter: Almost 10 years ago, I gave birth to a sweet little boy, he was perfect in the medical sense, he weighed 6lbs even, had blond curly hair and blue eyes. He had died in-utero at 36 weeks gestation (full term). One of the most empowering gifts he left with me, besides a huge imprint on my heart, was the gift to love unconditionally, to live each day to the fullest, and he taught me how strong I really am. My family rallied around us, a dear friend shared that my marriage didn’t have to end in divorce just because our child died (apparently, that is a mistaken judgement), another friend let me cry when ever I needed too and understood when I just didn’t want to talk. My kids taught me that even though I was in the darkest spot in my life, I needed to wake up everyday and go forward. I didn’t get to watch you, Luke, grow up on earth, but I feel your presence everyday in the simple things, in finding my own truth and the gifts you’ve left behind have changed me. For that, I am most grateful. Blessings, come in all forms. Sometimes, it is in the way we perceive them. Grief doesn’t fit neatly into a box, that you close the lid on. ~♥~
In memory of Luke Robert Peterson 5/30/02
Lisa Peterson