Shared by Jess McCormack
“What’s your baby’s name?”
It’s the most beautiful question, and one that never fails to make a bereaved mama’s heart sing. I remember the first time Sara asked me about Maeve. It was on the phone, we had yet to meet, but were speaking about how to best spend the money raised in memory of my little girl, who had died just a few weeks before. I remember Sara’s gentleness during that conversation, her willingness to hear Maeve’s story, to hold my pain, and her drive to help. Five years later, she remains one of my greatest sources of support, one of my bright stars in this messy life of grief. She has picked me up more times than she knows—with a message, a small gift, a hug, or by simply saying Maeve’s name. We have met only a handful of times, but Sara has become a very special friend and someone I trust implicitly with my thoughts, feelings and memories of Maeve.
But it’s not just me who Sara helps. It’s hard to quantify her impact on this world, or calculate the number of lives she has touched. Through the charity she created and runs, she reaches out to bereaved mothers like me: by gifting memory boxes to hospitals; by creating and maintaining stunningly powerful memorials; and by running beautiful events of remembrance for families who have lost a baby. Sara works tirelessly to help in a hundred other ways, many of which I will never come to know about. And yet she still always has time to say my baby’s name with me, or to write it in the sand on a beautiful beach. Sara’s actions move mountains of grief, but it is who she is, her kindness and compassion, which changes lives for the better every single day.
Thank you, Sara, for all you do for me; for how you inspire me to help others, to shatter the silence that surrounds baby loss, and to have the courage to keep saying Maeve’s name loudly and proudly. Thank you for being one of my brightest stars. Thank you for the light you have given to so many in the dark depths of grief. You are an extraordinary woman.