Slowly, as each name is read out aloud through the microphone, a special balloon is released. She bounces around, twirling and dancing, as if saying goodbye. Then, She turns around, snugly guards the sacred message in her belly, and flies towards the hugging arms of the wind lady. With great purpose and determination, she disappears into the blue sky.
As my baby Kevin’s name is called, I reluctantly let loose the string. Take me with you! I want to see my child! I jump up to pull back the flying away balloon. But, I land on my butt. Why the brevity? I sigh.
As I turn around, a voice is calling me, “are you Kevin’s mama? Yes, you are. You are Kevin’s mama!” No place other than here, at the annual Event of Balloon Release in Memory of Pregnancy and Infant Loss, I would be acknowledged. Hearing this, my tears come bursting out.
Aww Jasmin, what a touching blog. Beautiful.
You will always be “Kevin’s Mama.” In life and death. Beautiful post.
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