tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70209484556532870472024-02-08T12:53:47.457-06:00Georgianna Faith-My Butterflydaughter-sister-grandaughter-niece-friend-missedFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-8492264714111879932015-12-06T21:48:00.001-06:002015-12-06T21:50:15.257-06:00Beyond the RainbowBeyond the Rainbow
My life in loss is not like the beginning where death had destroyed me and left me so raw and yet so close to those I love. I felt out of place in the world but so connected to my little family. We were all crippled and would never be the same. I made a choice that death might have taken my daughter and destroyed me but I would soak in her light that remained shining even if I Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-5231486864911961542012-09-01T12:10:00.000-05:002012-09-01T23:04:27.991-05:004 years since you slipped awayWarning: if you have come to read this blog for hope and inspiration, you won't find it today.
4 Years since You Slipped Away-
Hello baby girl,my FAITH,
I used to write you so often- daily turned to weekly to monthly, and now I try not to. Some would think that means I'm getting stronger, but those that have lost a child know it means I'm running. I have to ignore my reality in order to Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-67450900246157078552012-03-15T18:07:00.003-05:002012-03-15T18:29:50.173-05:00Faith's Healing BasketsFaith, Mommy is so proud to announce that we have filed for our 501(c)3 (non-profit status). We are officially Faith's Healing Baskets and have obtained our Federal Tax ID#. As you know, I have avoided this for a long time. I didn't want what I do in your memory to lose its meaning. I didn't want it to become like a business. Yes, I want other families to know they are not alone, and I want to Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-43460879417768751462011-08-31T23:41:00.003-05:002011-09-01T00:20:54.761-05:00Happy 3rd Birthday my sweet girl!Faith, I just can't believe that you will be three...I know that you see how hard I fight to live for you. I promised you that your death would not destroy my faith and that I would be the best mom I could be to your siblings. We both know I'm not perfect, but I hope that I am living up to those promises for you. We have a motto in this family because of you, To live times two. We all have to Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-49905489734856020152011-01-08T14:22:00.000-06:002011-01-08T14:24:00.631-06:00Faith's story written January '09A few years back a woman in my parish was pregnant with her sixth baby. When she was close to her due date the family moved away. It wasn’t long after that an announcement was made at church to pray for their infant during the prayer for the dead. As a mother I gasped thinking, “how is the mother surviving”? How does she even breathe? My mind couldn’t even process those feelings. As quickly as Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-48429130698162488122011-01-08T14:19:00.001-06:002011-01-08T14:21:23.789-06:00CBRS in Alabamahttp://www.thepetitionsite.com/2/certificate-of-birth-resulting-in-stillbirth-alabama/Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-60647060768854740082010-11-16T13:35:00.001-06:002010-11-16T13:38:36.363-06:00I Run to YouI run from hate, I run from prejudiceI run from pessimists, but I run too lateI run my life or is it running me, run from my pastI run too fast or too slow it seemsWhen lies become the truthThat's when I run to youThis world keeps spinning fasterInto a new disaster so I run to you, I run to you babyWhen it all starts coming undoneBaby, you're the only one I run to, I run to youWe run on fumes, Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-12908186637579406602010-08-04T22:45:00.004-05:002010-08-04T23:55:15.769-05:00When I lost Faith, the nurse asked if she could take some photos of her for us. My first reaction was a sense of confusion. Why? When we think of photos especially of our babies' first photo, we certainly don't think of them being forever sleeping. I don't know how she convinced us to let her, but I am so grateful- indebted to her for giving me the the most priceless possession I have. When you Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-26021449835481886192010-08-03T18:21:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:24:11.759-05:0023 months- we've come so far baby girlFaith, these last few days have been hard. Each month that goes by without you I feel like the hole in my heart for you gets deeper, but somehow I am getting stronger in this world. I still find that I fall hard on days like today, but all of your gifts pull me out of that dark place. It is you baby girl, you have made me stronger. Losing you didn't do it like some think. All that you have givenFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-90854122873833078922010-08-03T18:18:00.001-05:002010-08-03T21:42:09.048-05:00June 29, 2010Well, I have a lot going on. I need to release some of it into words. I have so much to be happy about right now and I am loving it. Of course outside issues have to try to knock me back a few steps. The scare with Grace really had my stomach in knots. I don't know how she went from having every symptom of Appendicitis to having none- completely healed. The dr said that often kids will have theirFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-67870703819406546932010-08-03T18:17:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:18:37.885-05:00June 4, 2010It has been 21 months, and I miss you so much. As you know Mommy has her up and down days, but you always give me the strength to stand up and live. i was doing pretty good coming out of my last slump, and then it happened. On Sunday, a friend's husband from church announced that she would be delivering on Tuesday by scheduled c-section and that her birthday would be the following week, so she Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-31735919879630911692010-08-03T18:15:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:16:58.422-05:00May 29, 2010I don't even know what to write about. I am in one of those moods where you feel disconnected from everything. I guess I am just tired of keeping up the fight to be happy and positive. I hate the quiet and its stillness. I use to love the quiet. I loved being alone to just think and dream, but now the quiet is a haunting reminder of what isn't. I feel like I have to keep life loud and busy so Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-50295150226387041882010-08-03T18:11:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:14:53.042-05:00Drown in sorrow or let your love give me fuel for this journeyMay 2, 2010I choose your love baby girl. Everyday, I get up because of your love. Sometimes, I cry, I yearn, I fall, but when its all over your love lifts me up. Tomorrow you will be 20 months old. Thinking of all you would be doing and how beautiful you would be, STINGS my soul. I always have to remind myself that it will always sting and I can not change reality. You will not be here and I willFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-39752766246211306822010-08-03T18:09:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:11:05.674-05:00April 1, 2010I have to begin with a thank you, baby girl because the other night was one of those nights where mommy just can't see past the reality of not having you. I might sound strange to some for thinking/knowing that you send me signs to help me through this journey, but those signs are what sustain me. I know you are here, in every butterlfy that i see,every smile and giggle exchanged Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-57230669800862637132010-08-03T18:05:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:31:42.453-05:00March 7, 2010Faith, I'm sorry I haven't written your 18 month journal until now. It was a very hard week for mommy in so may ways. A lot of feelings were trying to surface that i try to steer clear from. I think that is my mountain right now- not wanting to completely feel. I feel like if I stand still and actually think I will die inside, so I am constantly doing something to keep my mind off of what it Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-12844380386621640232010-08-03T18:03:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:05:09.443-05:0017 monthsFebruary 3, 2009Faith I miss you so much. I know you were watching Mommy sit and cry as I looked at your picture. Rubbing my finger across your little arm and forehead hoping and wishing that for a moment I could really feel your skin and smell you sweet newborn smell. It doesn't take much to put me back in that moment- the worst and best day of my life. How could meeting an angel not be the bestFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-10639765762727671942010-08-03T18:00:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:32:32.730-05:00Krista's friend afraid of FaithJanuary 31, 2010Last night I had a sleepover for Krista's 9th birthday. Two of her friends from 1st grade came. I was pregnant with Faith that year and was very active in Krista's class. I remember Krista going to school telling all her friends that I was expecting when I was only 6 wks. Thinking back on how I use to be so carefree-I got the pink lines and was guaranteed my fourth baby in my armsFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-22991193540389924982010-08-03T17:57:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:32:45.565-05:00Flashing backJanuary 9, 2010Only we can go from laughing our asses off while watching Hangover to sobbing uncontrollably in the shower minutes after. I hate this, I hate this... I flashed back to being pregnant with Faith. I try not to- I don't want to. Remembering makes it so much harder to walk through this life. I have been feeling really down off and on the last few weeks especially since the monthly Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-49413189974789737292010-08-03T17:55:00.000-05:002010-08-03T18:32:02.853-05:0016 monthsJanuary 3, 201016 months since I held you in my arms. I try not to go to that day. If I do, I am there wholeheartedly and physically, and I just can't handle it. Every month Faith I feel the weight of grief rolling in to remind me of my reality. That's not to say that I don't think of you every second of the day because if I find the quiet, you are there. If I look at the beauty of God's creationFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-38276469944774984172010-08-03T17:53:00.000-05:002010-08-03T17:55:45.094-05:002nd Christmas without youDecember 24, 2009Faith this year feels far more sad than last. Maybe it was the newness of the giref last year. Maybe I was still in shock over your loss and couldn't feel completely the pain of you gone. Maybe because after a year of doing things in honor of you instead of with you has taken its toll on me. I am so tired of releasing balloons, decorating trees, taking pictures of your grave Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-66957288874137667482010-08-03T17:51:00.000-05:002010-08-03T17:53:44.877-05:00Counting to fiveDecember 5, 2009You can't count to five by skipping four. You might say where is four-isn't that four? That is five not four. Then where is four? Four began as a dream to have just one more than three. Instead we have five without four. How did we get to five and not have four? We had four; we don't get to keep four. Four is still there just not seen. Four is in every thought-every tear-every Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-91897531737619940932010-08-03T17:50:00.000-05:002010-08-03T17:51:55.876-05:0015 monthsMommy is so sorry that I don't write much anymore. I think to and then the words get lost. I try so hard to live in the moment and enjoy your precious gift. It is always an uphill climb, baby.I was listening to our theme song-The Climb. The words-I can almost see it that dream I'm dreaming-but there's a voice inside my head saying you'll never reach it Every step I'm takin every move I make Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-7124881684689806452010-08-03T17:47:00.000-05:002010-08-03T17:50:30.710-05:00Love times twoNovember 2, 2009I have been so down. I know the weather, time change,and other things that go along with this time of year that even brings "normal" people down has a lot to do with it. I lost Faith in Sept- just as the happiness of Summer comes to an end. It starts getting dreary with leaves falling off the trees and days getting shorter and nights getting colder. Right now I wake up every Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-23383580018020762412010-08-03T17:46:00.000-05:002010-08-03T17:47:57.455-05:00October 30, 2009I'm just so sick of the pain. The feeling like my chest is caving in from the pain of not having you. I love you and want you so bad Faith. You are so precious-you should be here. I hate this time of year. I wake up every morning and feel just like I did last year. I wake up and realize you are gone and my heart will ache for you always.Faithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7020948455653287047.post-21967389219568953612010-08-03T17:45:00.000-05:002012-09-01T23:06:30.613-05:00A sign from FaithOctober 15, 2009I'm in Awe right now. The last few days I've really been down missing Faith. This morning Grace was drawing a picture of a heart with angel wings to show she can draw like Krista. She said see I put specks on it too. We thought nothing of it until now. We had to go to Target for a few things and I saw a shirt that said Faith on it. I had to buy it for the girls. When we got home IFaithsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14087676532269505593noreply@blogger.com0