Robby's Rabbits

the best medicine you can bring for sadness is not joy. it is not telling them that they need to move on or get over it or realise how much worse things could be. no. the medicine for a spirit in mourning is tenderness. and warmth. and compassion. and connection. and presence. sit with someone in their grief and let them cry their ugly tears. do not shine and scurry grief away. they must walk through it. this is love. to abandon all that we think we know and be so full of grace that we are invited in to partake in someone else's darkest moments. what an honour it is to simply be a light. the antidote for sadness is love. it is always love.

~ "the antidote" by Ullie Kaye Poetry

~ Art 'Mending the Broken Heart' by Claudia Olivos

Thanks to Karen Cantrell for these truthful words.

I have a daughter who no one can see. But she’s still my daughter. And my love for her will never wane nor grow weary.

And the world - my world- can never be what it once was before she died.

I know so many, too many, know this feeling. I send love to you all as summer begins and another season of missing them passes. May we be held tenderly as we miss our right world while perhaps - one day and hopefully- finding morsels of beauty that remain.

www.JoanneCacciatore.com
for resources

This is for the bereaved dads.
The dads who sat in hospital chairs with us while we waited.
The dads who held our hands when we stared at silent screens.
The dads who asked "Can I hold her now?" because you knew that time was precious.
The dads who came running when we yelled for them to "Come quick, I think something's wrong."
The dads who felt helpless.
The dads who would do anything to fix this.
The dads who couldn't leave work but would be there as soon as they could.
The dads who drove us to appointments even when they were so distraught they couldn't see where they were going.
The dads who said "It's okay," even when it wasn't..
The dads who knew just what to say.
The dads who struggled to find the words.
The dads who have cried.
The dads who have never cried.
The dads who are afraid to cry because it feels like they will drown in the tears.
The dads who speak up for us.
The dads who stand beside us.
The dads who carry children in their hearts.
This is for the bereaved dads, because this is for the dads.
We love you.
Unexpected Family Outing / https://unexpectedfamilyouting.com/

More for dads:
- https://stillstandingmag.com/2019/06/15/to-my-husband-on-fathers-day-what-i-want-you-to-know/
- https://stillstandingmag.com/2018/06/14/grievingfather/
- https://stillstandingmag.com/2014/06/20/fathers-grieve/

today and every day, we honor all of the moms grieving a child🫂

Happy Children's Day to those babies that couldn't make it to the world ❤️

The first Sunday in May is Bereaved Mother’s Day.

One day
I’ll hold you
On the other side
Until then
I’ll meet you
In my dreams

Love this.

All of us here at Robby's Rabbits are saddened to learn of this tragedy.
Our hearts and prayers are with all at Sufficient Grace Ministries: Perinatal Hospice & Bereavement Support and with Farrah’s family.
A beautiful light has been abruptly extinguished.

Grievers are often told by others,"𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨," then their loss & grief is quickly forgotten. But devastating personal losses are forever & the grief does not just magically disappear. Checking in regularly with grievers is a kind & compassionate thing to do. 💜💜💜

Today is National Siblings Day, and we want to recognize that not all siblings are here on Earth together.

The bond between siblings can be a special bond, even if they don’t walk hand in hand here on Earth.

Today, we are sending love to anyone missing a sibling.

We are sending love to anyone who has children both here and in heaven.

We are sending love to anyone whose children are in heaven. 💙

“The loss of a brother or sister is not small, unimportant, or invisible. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I call sibling loss ‘the loss of a lifetime’ because who else do we expect to have relationships with that stretch our entire lives?”
- Lynn Shattuck

On this National Siblings Day, we pause and remember those of us who are forever missing a piece of their heart. Not only does this grief weigh on siblings, but also weighs on parents and other family members as well.

The loss of a sibling is profound and may weigh on us for a lifetime. Today, we celebrate the lives that live in your heart.

Please send your love to a loved one today who has been impacted by loss, especially if they have lost a sibling or a child. Say their name and let them know you think of them, too.

If you are looking for book ideas that can help children grieve the loss of a sibling, please visit on Amazon Store for our recommendations that have been approved by a Child Life Specialist.

amazon.com/shop/starlegacyfoundation

Often they catch us off guard.

This is a poem that has been shared for many year's across the baby loss community. I remember when I first read this and I cried uncontrollably. Thank you to Joe's Mummy for sharing this with us all. Sending love to you during December across the globe. Remember together we are stronger and together we can support each other. this Christmas. It’s the best gift you can give a grieving heart. 🎁

Poem by Joe's Mummy
“It was the night before Christmas and Santa was busy making his rounds.
He was light on his feet making sure he didn't make a sound.
But he took notice that some homes didn't have that Christmas Glee.
So he decided to stop because he thought that just can't be.
He crept in a mommy's bedroom and stopped in his steps, as he saw a little angel hugging his mom as she slept.
The little angel looked up and cried, "Oh, Santa you are finally here!!
I've been waiting for you to help me let Mommy know I am near.”
Santa picked up the wee angel and asked him, "What can I do? I'm just a simple toy maker I can't make your mommy's dreams come true.”
So the two of them sat and they sat for a while until the tiny angel jumped up and screamed with a smile.
"Let’s leave her a sign a beautiful sign from above,
Let her know it's from me, sent from heaven with love!!!”
So Santa dug and he dug deep, in that big glorious bag that was filled with lots of treats.
He pulled out a beautiful white feather that look like it was made out of snow.
And he thought such a beautiful sign that only a grieving mother would know.
He placed it on her nightstand and kissed the angel on his head.
Then placed him next to his mom as she slumbered in bed.
I think I'll stay here with Mommy and visit her in her dreams tonight,
She misses me dearly and needs to know I'm all right.
Santa made his way to his sled, And wiped a tear from his eye.
He fell to his knees and managed to cry.
Merry Christmas to all the grieving mothers across this big land.
And let it be known your angels are with you holding your hands...”
: : : Written by Joe’s Mommy : : :

Is there anyone in Bergen County, NJ or Rockland County, NY that makes Angel Gowns from wedding dresses?
I have several people looking to donate.

Whether it is your 1st Thanksgiving or your 31st without your child, give yourself grace to feel whatever your heart feels.
May the day be peace filled.

14 years later, it is the ones that still remember that are true blessings. Picked up Robby’s grave blanket from our local Nursery (Lupardi’s Nursery for those nearby ) and our friend had added some special touches, a baseball (because he’d likely be playing and for certain would be a Yankees fan) and a rabbit nestled into the bow.
Yes… I started crying!