When I was in hospital for 4 weeks after Yuna's birth and death a nurse came in one day and offered to give me a massage for the hospital beds aren't the comfiest, especially after weeks in one.
During that time she shared with me her experience of loss. A loss in a time where babies who died we just forgotten. No death certificate, no funeral, no ashes to keep in a little box. It just never happened. You were expected to move along.
As she spoke she quoted Kahlil Gibran and told me to find his books.
She was a beautiful, kind and caring woman who tried her very best to nurture me in a shitty place.
So my dad went to the library and returned with 'The Prophet" for me to read.
I loved the way the words made me feel. The emotion, the power, the understanding.
So some of my favourite Gibran quotes...