The Support Group

My dearest Andrea,

When that time comes for your sweet birdie to leave this life and join the angels. Just know I will be right here with you; watching the stars twinkle at night because Birdie is that special star everyone has come to love. She is the twinkle in your heart as well as mine.

I love you to pieces honey bunny,
Ki

My heart goes out to you Andrea, such unimaginable pain. No one else in the world can possibly understand how you feel unless they've been through this. We've had too many scary near-misses to count with my son, but even then, I can't relate to how you must feel. I hope there'll be some comfort for you in sharing with others that understand. Xxx

The loss of a loved one is always devastating but the loss of a child so much worse, a part of you dies that can never be replaced. Sending you warm hugs at this difficult time. Milly x

Dear Andrea, really, no idea what to say or comment. It's important to express ourselves. It's necessary to let go which aches in our heart.
We have no idea that what's the current situation, but it's through your poems we get to know what's really happening in your life and how difficult it is becoming for you to cope with it every single day.
I am nowhere near to judge this poem as these are not just words, but the pure emotions coming from the heart of a mother's soul.

Dear Andrea, what matters to all of us is that you are expressing yourself. Though it's not easy to express all those million things running through your mind right now, yet you are doing it. Your emotions are getting denser and deeper, it reflects in your poems.

Dear, you mentioned in your posts that Robyn liked those poems we wrote for her.
Yesterday, I tried to write another poem for you and Robyn, but I quit after writing these two lines...

The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face.
Once you leave, my soul will drift aimlessly
in between the time and space.

To be honest, I have no strength left to convey my feelings to a mother whose daughter is suffering and the monster eating her daughter's soul is running free.

You mentioned in your poem, it's raining,"I am not as strong as people think."
Dear, If you have this power to express yourself under these circumstances, then I believe you are the strongest among us.

(Hugs)

Andrea, this is not a club any mother wants to be in. I wish this wasn't a part of your life. My heart has broken over and over for you and Robyn. Hugs my friend-