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Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Burial

When we lost our first child, Ellen Mary, I miscarried naturally at home. Through the shock, pain, and sorrow of it all, I was unable to find the body of our baby. I wanted so badly to bury her, to have that physical act of mourning and a place to visit. I had even made the arrangements with our Parish to purchase a plot and such. To this day I think about it often and regret that we never got to bury our child.

When we found out that we had once again lost a child, I knew this time I needed to bury him. I miscarried at home two days after we found out he had died and pleaded with our Blessed Mother to help me find the body. I did. I gently cleaned him and his sweet little face, then wrapped him in a pretty cloth. 

Our wonderful pastor made arrangements for the burial. I went to our local Catholic Store, where I used to work, and tried to buy a beautiful wooden box for the casket (I say tried because Colleen, my friend and former boss wouldn't let me pay for it bless her heart.) It was a baptismal keepsake box; it was perfect. I decided that I wanted to make a baby blanket to wrap him in so my dear SIL taught me how to crochet. I made him this:

It was nice to make a gift for him. In the casket we also placed these pictures which we took right after we found out I was pregnant. We were SO happy  that I wanted to remember that moment forever. It was important to bury it with Michael because from the moment we new he existed, we loved him so very much. He is part of our family.









On Christmas day we surprised our families with the good news. Dominic wore this shirt and we had so much fun listening to people's reaction when they noticed. We buried this picture too.














I wrapped the casket in a rosary and tied a ribbon around with a St. Michael/Guardian Angel medal and a Miraculous medal.

On a Saturday afternoon, we got all dressed in black and headed to the cemetery. It was cold sunny. Geoff, Dominic, and I met Fr. Lange who was wearing his beautiful black and gold vestments. Brain (who works at our Church and who was my prayer buddy during advent) was also there. Geoffrey sweetly held Dominic who rested his head on his daddy's shoulder. Brian placed the casket in the ground and Fr. lead us in the most beautiful service I have ever seen. Tears streamed down my face and I was overcome. The words were so comforting and as he spoke them, I could feel God's mercy washing over me. When the words ceased, Fr. sprinkled some Holy Water over the grave and the swervice was over. I turned to Geoffrey and buried my face into his chest. We cried together.

The next morning I woke up and for the first time in the past week and a half, I felt like I had the strength to get through the day. Though the pain of our loss would never really leave me, I felt God had healed me through our Priest and the act of burying our child. Michael Gerard, our third child. I think about him every day. I wonder what he looks like and can't wait until the day when I will finally get to take him into my arms. Until that day, I will unceasingly call upon the intercession of our little Saint.

2 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it. I am so grateful that you were able to have a burial for baby Michael Gerard. The joy you felt in those pictures is not in vain -- he is in God's hands now and forever, and he surely must know how his family loves him. He and Ellen must love you immensely and pray for you constantly!

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  2. Thank you for sharing your story. It is truly beautiful. Augustine was only about 5 weeks gestation when I miscarried him. I miscarried naturally at home. I passed a lot of large clots and I kept wondering if that was him nestled in that tissue. There was one very large clot that had a different color and I just felt in my heart that was him. I wrapped him in a cloth and bawled my eyes out until my husband came home from work. We went to the edge of a very large lot next to our fourplex where there were a bunch of beutiful yellow wildflowers and buried him. We put rock over the spot and I frequently went to visit him. When we moved I was really upset because I knew I couldn't go see him anymore. I went out to see him one last time, but could NOT find the rock anywhere. Suddenly, and this was truly from God, I felt a sense of peace just rush over me. God was telling me that Gus would always be with us no matter where we lived. For the first time in months I felt part of the sadness lift from me.

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