Capture your Grief; Wisdom/Support/Transformed

Day 7 – Wisdom

Wisdom comes from growth, wisdom comes from pain over happiness, wisdom comes from knowledge and experience. Wisdom cannot come from ignorance, nor can it be born our of prejudice. Wisdom does not discriminate however those who discriminate cannot earn wisdom.  Wisdom comes from acceptance. Wisdom cannot be earned with money nor rewarded with patience, wisdom comes through living in others shoes, empathetic growth teaches wisdom and a life of non judgment  can bring wisdom. When we chose love over hate, our wisdom well gets filled with the many accepting pieces of history that hurt. When we chose knowledge over power we earn the wisdom of self reflection and not obedience. Wisdom can be held in a tall oak tree if you stare and imagine long enough, its view and many visitors. Wisdom is a gift not given to all nor does it come with age but with observation.


Day 8 – Support

A gentle smile

A thoughtful wave

A needed hug

A helping hand

A pat on the back

A tap on the shoulder

A meaningful look into ones eyes

A door held open

A bag  helped carry

A card in the mail

A call on the phone

A walk in silence


Day 9 – Transformed

One day you wake up and jump pout of bed without noticing you didn’t struggle to get up, the day is half done before you realize how easy it was to get to this point in the day when at another time, the hours dragged for you to move, to shower, to dress, to not get back into bed. This day when it happens, comes as a surprise, when, how did you get here, this day is the beginning of your transformation. Something inside you shifted and wanted more, to keep going, to survive. It can take years before the transformation happens but have faith in yourself, you can get there. One day. You will transform. Your pain into growth will guide you. Be open.


Thanks for reading,



Capture your Grief Poetry final 5


Your broken heart in a picture; words on a card

Thoughts on a page; heart on your sleeve

Tears on you pillow;  wind in your hair

Expression is always there


From experience it grows inside

For us to find when we lie

Down to reflect of past wins or losses

Wisdom comes from within

Welcome what it has taught us

Some find it hard to see but we need to feel inside

for it to reach us; not to hide


The stranger in the window; you have forgotten who it is

Think back to a time when it looked familiar

Who is that face staring back at you

Time changes the reflection of ourselves

The passing of time cause us to reflect

As we reflect on the reflection in the window


What is the intention; we often ask

Is it pure, honest, real

Do we trust or question ones intention

Research, calculate its truth

To whom does the best intention help

You or me

Or no one

Our intentions can be misinterpreted, misread or misunderstood

Is it why we keep our deepest intentions private?


Peace, color, thought

Night, leaving, end

Dark, moon, rise

Red, orange, yellow turn to black

Happy to sad; here to gone


Goodbye sun

Thank you for Reading,

Namaste. Sheri


The Angel on your head


Every November Canuck Place Childrens Hospice has a `Remember our Children` event. We attented a few years ago. They do a beautiful tribute, though it is a strenuously emotional day, the lead up, the actual event, the drive home. Our boys attented the sibling bereavement program at Canuck Place, twice a month for the first year after their sister died. We went to a few ‘remembering events’ in those first couple years. But they take a toll, as much as we, her parents needed to know she was remembered it was hard on our boys to understand the grief we felt. So for the first time in over a year we brought our boys then six and eight to this annual event, knowing it would likely be the last.  I have continued to attend  on my own not wanting my sadness to affect their thoughts and lives on the regular. I realize in their little worlds, their short memories how far away five years ago is.

My youngest who was just turning four doesn’t really remember with the same sadness what happened though he still knows who she is/was and he used to talk about her (he prefers not to mention her now, I asked why, he said he doesnt want to have to explain). Our older son who turned six shortly after his sister died was affected  much more. He was the one asking me for a little sister (he already had a brother) he was anticipating her joining our life more than anyone I think. And it has literally change the person he is today, though I will also mention not in a bad way- he is incredibly strong, as well as, he is always sensitive to others around him, he is always observing and taking note.

During the event the kids got restless and went out in the hallway and did memory crafts, as my husband and I sat and cried, listening to grieving brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers speak, listening to the beautifully orchestrated but also the saddest music we had ever heard (we both agreed) our oldest son came back in put his arms around both our necks gave us the gentlest, most sincere hug and went back out.

Later that night as I put the younger ones to bed. Lily’s little sister Hope was born 15 months after her. My oldest son sat with his dad and casually said- `do you know what I`m thinking about`  Dad said no- our son says- `she was so beautiful. That was the worst day of my life.` Dad says -I know and it was a sad ceremony, but its good to always remember her even if it hurts.`

That is when, what my wise little eight year old  boy says next just blows me away, he says, -`well she`s still here`, his Dad says ` yes, she`s always with us`, he says -`no dad she’s here she’s sitting on your head, and on my head, and on moms head, sometimes when I`m at school and I’m stuck on a hard math question she helps me, like she helps you and mom when you sad.`


Dad smiles, a sad gentle smile, gives him a hug while quietly wiping away a tear.

I thought. I like that. My angel is on my head. I too smile as I cry. Its a comforting thought to know my little boy has his angel, his sister to protect, guide and help him along the way.

A wonderful memory I hold in my heart.


Thanks for reading. I hope you can cherish your angel that sits with you.


Angel on your head