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Courage and beginnings go hand in hand.

Three years ago, almost to the day, I began a journey, and I knew it was going to take a bit to get there.

According to the dictionary, the definition of a memoir is: a historical account or biography written from personal knowledge.

The trouble with writing a memoir about child loss is that part about personal knowledge.

I knew what I had been through, and I knew that it was a big task to go back there, to stir the pot, to poke around in things past. I was not prepared for the intensity, nor the vividness of the memories. I emerged from my writing room one day, after recounting the details of her funeral, and lamented to my beloved, “I feel as if I have just been back there”.

Had I not had a cheer squad, an entourage of encouragers, I might never have got the job done. Wrapped in ‘encouragement’, added neatly after the ‘n’ is the word courage. My cheer squad made me brave. They told me I could do it. They cried with me. They assured me I had done well. They picked up the pieces. They helped me begin. And they were there for the long haul.

I am on the brink of another new beginning. Of releasing my work – my story – to whoever should choose to read it. All of this is new but exciting and more than a little terrifying. But my encouragers continue to cheer, and I stand on the knowledge that bravery only happens if you’re doing it scared.

And I know that He goes before me.

I look behind me and you’re there, then up ahead and you’re there, too— your reassuring presence, coming and going. Psalm 139:5 The Message


1 Comment

Oh well done great is the courage you've shown in what must have been a mammoth task to write down this story of the journey you and your beautiful family have travelled. I for one salute you and thank you for being willing to open your heart, old wounds and the door to hope for the countless souls who will read your words and find comfort, strength and healing. Sending you so much love and thanks. Michelle P 🩷xxoo

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