Sunday, September 6, 2009

A Pair Of Shoes

I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Eachday i wear them, and each day i wish i had another pair. Somedays my shoes hurt so bad that i do not think i can take another step. Yet, i continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off. I now realize i am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some woman are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they dont hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes.Yet, because of these shoes i am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who i am. I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.


  1. that is so unfortunatly beautiful.

  2. Thank you for sharing this. It is beautiful and heartbreaking. I stumbled across your blog and I share many of the feelings you express. My son Bear was stillborn at 39 weeks about eight weeks ago and we also will never know why he died. The labs and autopsy report also just said what we already knew--that he was perfect and normal in every way. I relate to your experience and I appreciate your hopefulness. We continue to trudge along each day...

  3. So well written and painfully true. My daughter Charlie was still born at 40 weeks following a text book perfect pregnancy. We're still awaiting the autopsy report....