Heavens Child, A true story of family, friends, and strangers by Caroline FlohrA pointed, intelligently told story of a family accepting loss gracefully. Such a book on one’s nightstand, particularly if one is in the midst of the grieving process, could offer solace in a way that fiction never could. Kirkus Review
HEAVEN’S CHILD is a memoir of hope and serenity, of acceptance that “death is a part of life,” that “learning to live and love is a lifelong process and that our greatest gift is today.” The message is inspirational: all we really have in life to hold on to is the bond of love with our family. Death may interrupt the journey, but it can never stop us from completing it. - IndieReader Review, 5 STAR
When Caroline Flohr’s sixteen-year-old twin daughter, Sarah, is killed in an accident involving eight teens taking a mid-night joyride, what’s left behind? And how do you move forward?
An intimate self-examination told through the eyes and heart of Sarahs mother Caroline, Heavens Child is a magical memoir that teaches us how to surrender to our losses and celebrate the gifts of death while rediscovering life. Tackling deep questions and universal misunderstandings, the story draws readers to journey beside Caroline as she opens the domestic scenes of home, heart, family, and community.
Heaven’s Child provides the solace needed to overcome our greatest losses. The story encourages you to find your life’s purpose and helps you realize that you never journey alone.
The book covers sudden loss; death of a child; relationships within a family; funerals and traditions; doubts, faith and hope; marriages, divorces, and parenting; forgiveness and healing; the power of memories and intuition; inner strength, and the resilience of the human spirit. Heaven’s Child shows us that the grieving process is personal, that it’s not just about death but also about any loss in our life; that grieving is not about endings…but about new beginnings.
The Last Mother's Day for Avery Neill
A Baby-less Mother’s Day
She would light up as she spoke his name, telling me the details of their life together. She spoke of her empty arms and how she longed for that space to be filled with his weight. I could feel her longing in every word she spoke, and I could vividly see how sharing him with me and others was how she held him close, even through their distance. I would sit in my car after those Friday coffee dates to gather my thoughts. Arriving, I would see my little girl following behind her teacher with a smile on her face. She would run over to me with arms open wide. I would grab her, feel her weight in my arms, and hug extra tight for my friend who was longing to do the same with her son.
Something I know will forever be a dream and never a reality. So although I will never be a miracle Mummy, thinking positively I thought I would share the miracles Alfie, Elsie and Bertie have given to me, and what I think is the real magic of motherhood. I may not be able to hold his little hands, but I will hold them in my heart forever. For many Mums like me, this Sunday is a precious reminder of the fragility of life. For these mums I wish you peace and love.
Infants Remembered In Silence, Inc. Hallmark, I am writing to you from heaven, and though it must appear A rather strange idea, I see everything from here. I just popped in to visit, your stores to find a card A card of love for my mother, as this day for her is hard. There must be some mistake I thought, I saw every card you could imagine Except I could not find a card, from a child who lives in heaven. She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she's cried.
3 Thoughts on “A Baby-less Mother’s Day”
Our intent was to create a list of responses. We received comments and messages from close to one hundred different women. Although their collective wisdom is the result of a diverse range of experiences, there is a synchronicity to their words that made us feel they belonged together in one cohesive whole. This letter is not written by one bereaved mother, but an entire chorus of mothers. Their words are not at all the same, but their message blends together to create a mournful, harmonious, and beautiful song.