Showing posts with label Janice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Janice. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Untitled, Janice

Untitled.
Janice.
Photography/photo editing.

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about the piece
I joined a photo editing class in april of this year. I needed some pictures for the class and went to a 'Holy Well' near where I live. When taking photos of the lovely stream, trees and flowers in the area I noticed a tree with things hanging on it. People had left momentos of their loves one who had passed away. The ladybug caught my eye and I took some photos of it. It reminded me that another couple must have lost a baby too. Only when I got home and zoomed in on the photo did I discover the little white feather stuck onto the ladybug. I smiled and thought of Jamie as during this period I had unexpectedly found many white feathers in random places ... I believe he sent them to me to comfort me during this difficult time.-Janice
about the artist.
Janice is a mother to a little boy Jamie who passed away last February at four weeks old. She lives in Ireland with her husband Peter. Jamie is her first child and is deeply missed everyday.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Mid-Month Challenge: Shadows




















Shadow.
Janice.
Photography.

about this piece.
I took this self portrait, shadow photo, while playing blissfully unaware in the garden while pregnant with Jesse. In reflection there is so much more symbolism behind this photo as I recall the day I took it in comparison with how I feel today.

My belly was full,
My arms still pine
Does pain continue like the age of fossils?

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Be Present, Janice

Be Present
5 November 2010
by Janice


“You are so courageous and strong”
What are they really trying to say?
I’m perplexed by those statements
What do they want to see?
How do they expect me to be?

I do not feel brave
I do not feel strong
I am simply being present
Merely walking the path beneath my feet
I have no other choice
Slapped onto this path
Forced in this direction
I’d ordinarily never have considered this out of free choice
His death circumstances are not a usual course of nature but it happens… all too frequently
The stillbirth and death of an infant is an event they know not how to consider
I have no choice other than to be here
Simply just be

Some hide
Some disengage
Some pretend
Some keep their distance
Some make unforgettable mistakes
Some never talk again
Some stay boisterous in exchange
Some can sit in my pain
Some cannot find a way to reconcile
… how can I still function when the most unthinkable life event has befallen me
I have no other choice

I think that perhaps they’re petrified
Filled with fears
Not knowing how they would cope and therefore projecting bravery upon us
Unable to comprehend the death of their own child
A voyage they should not entertain within their mind
It is impossible to find those emotions through choice
These emotions exist within us all, but are only divulged in certain condition
They project from their fears
They think a death of this nature to be to the most frightening
Therefore, through me simply being I am valiant in their eyes

Perhaps they wonder how I can still engage with challenging tasks
Nothing can ever be more difficult than learning of His death and attending His funeral
Any task related to my son is all I can do for Him
I feel that I want to
I feel I have no choice

I was shattered
The shattering is so deep
It changes every moment
It lives somewhere I cannot locate
Perhaps it is etched on my soul

I have only found some pieces of myself
I am not yet solid in my sense of self
Healing is generated by gradual microscopic movements in body breath and mind
These evolutions aren’t visible outwardly
To comprehend the inconceivable you must live the experience
even them you are left with incomprehension

Incorrectly, outsiders resolve courage to be behind the actions of bereaved parents
Little do they understand
Little do they know
We are merely just doing what feels right
just like parents of living children
we too want to do anything and everything for our son

I just wanted someone to make it better
I just wanted someone to take away the pain
I wanted time to turn back its’ hands and choose a different path
But that can never be
So for them they too have to sit in their discomforts and fears.

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about this piece.
I wrote this piece 23 weeks after my darling little boy Jesse was delivered still. There is such confusion and so much that will always remain unexplained when Jesse was not born alive and screaming as we had expected. Oh, great expectation! A stillbirth is a trauma to the parents and to everyone that expected their baby’s arrival. This is an unfathomable reality that is completely inconceivable to me and I believe that there is a good chance that this is how it’ll continue to be. I just cannot work out how I got here!!! I find myself being extremely sensitive to the world around me. Perhaps the readers may find my observations heightened as if they were on super steroids. This is however my norm. My husband Rob and I hear so many of the same words and experience many repeated actions and inactions from others. I think that this expression of my observations, thoughts and feelings is self explanatory. It is from this place that the words above were created. -Janice

about the contributor.
Janice is mother to Jesse Gilad who was stillborn at 37 weeks and 6 days in May 2010. Jesse is Janice and Rob’s first child and is deeply loved and intensely missed. Janice is new to expressing her emotions through writing. She has found writing to be a helpful approach to articulate her inner world, following Jesse’s birth and death, to people in her surrounding world.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Richer for having You, Jesse Gilad, Janice

Richer for having You, Jesse Gilad
by Janice


being Your mom not able to hold You rips me apart with every thought
blessed to have held You within for 37 weeks & 6 days

unaware of the journey we had embarked upon
can I choose another journey & turn back time?

You lay silently for three days within
safely
comfortable then & at rest
following Your personal challenges to get there
sorry I didn’t know
sorry I was unaware
sorry I did nothing to keep You alive

if I could choose, I would make it different
all out of my control
not in my hands
powerless to protect you

destined to be together & set so deeply apart
wish I could change that part of our journey
I miss You deeply
my words cannot express
my heart pines for Your sweet little face
Your voice to be expressed

I miss Your smell
I miss Your rosy lips
Your button nose
Your tiny cheeks, chubby & waiting to be kissed by me
over & over without reprieve

Your almond eyes softly closed
Your angelic face is etched onto my soul
Your tiny toes borrowed from me
Your lovely long legs like daddy’s they would be
Your little bum too tiny to hold
showed a strong constitution by Your long ear lobes
alas a short lived placenta destroyed Your potential
crumbling our hearts, it is nonsensical

I remember Your strength
I remember Your wisdom
I recall Your firm reassurance
Your guidance is remember by me forever more

shattered by You not physically being with us
expectations differ from reality

we mourn our loss of Your life
we mourn Your vacant room
so desired, so expected & so precious to us both

we created You
You chose us
a perfect male
beauty beyond my wildest dream
unexpected preciousness
treasured more than anything before
we will be with You forever more

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about this piece.
Once written I read these words to my mom over the phone, we both cried and I had great difficulty reading the words aloud. Although so much seems challenging to me I am pleased, somehow, to have written and to be able to really let people know how I feel. I find the expression of my internal world helpful to both myself and those willing to spend the time to listen while holding the space for me to do so. 

I believe my son Jesse to have been an extraordinary Being. Jesse is my first child. While carrying him he offered me so much support and reassurance. True wisdom emanated from him in expressions without words and entrenched in feelings. I observed this especially towards the latter aspects of my pregnancy with him. He is my Teacher. I miss Jesse beyond my ability to express its depth. My shattered heart aches for him. I expected him and expected life to be so different following his birth. --Janice

about the contributor.
Janice’s son Jesse was stillborn at 37 weeks and 6 days in May 2010. Grief seems to be all encompassing on some days and has so many facets. Writing has allowed me an outlet. I’ve never taken the opportunity to put my thoughts to paper. On the day I wrote this there was such a tremendous flow of my expression through words. This is one of the pieces I wrote that I wish to share with the world. I have felt a release through this expression albeit brief.