After Daisy died, so many people reached out to me in different ways.
There was support I had expected. Firstly, from my family of course. My family weren't scared to see me, despite my anguish and despair. We are so lucky - we have a caring family and they love us very much.
Secondly, from my best friends - the type of friends who have seen me through thick and thin, in both the happy times and sad times. In this, the darkest time of my life, my best friends were there. Sometimes I didn't want to see them, or speak to them; but they continued to offer a kind word, a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear when I needed to talk. These are the friendships that last a lifetime.
But the circle of support reached far wider and support came from places I hadn't expected.
An old friend who I haven't seen in many years, sent flowers, a card, kind words by text. She continues to text me to let me know she's thinking of me.
The lovely couple who drove for 5 hours to be at Daisy's funeral, and had to return back home the same day afterwards.
The email from a work colleague expressing her sadness. Her lovely comment, "So sad, Debbie - I would have loved to have met little Daisy. I felt like I knew her because she was with you every day at work."
The friends who stepped up to the challenge of comforting a grieving mother, not afraid to reach out to me and see me despite my tears, my ramblings, trying to make sense of the pain and sadness.
An old friend who I've known for many years - who doesn't expect me to smile and to pretend to be happy when I'm not - who accepts my pain and wants to spend time with me anyway.
The friend who asked to see Daisy's photographs. That meant so much to me that she asked; she was acknowledging that Daisy was real, she was my daughter - Daisy was only with us for a day but she was here. I was so touched that she did that.
The emails and comments from readers of my blog. The support from complete strangers during these dark days has been such a comfort. So many women have emailed me to share their own experiences of baby loss - through miscarriage, stillbirth or death in the early days and months. It helps to know that I am not alone, no matter how isolated I feel sometimes.
The other mums, further down their own journeys of grief, who made contact via Twitter and share their experiences.
The comment from "Epiphany" on one of my blog posts who wrote "I lost my little baby boy in 2009 and it has been the hardest thing to come to terms with. I felt as though I was living behind a glass wall watching everyone else living whilst my world stopped. My reason for posting was to put my hand on the glass to you and to wish you the strength to find your own path." How beautifully put.
Thank you to you all for pausing and putting your hands on the glass.
Debbie
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