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Helping Siblings Face Sorrow

Remembering Baby Ryan Courtesy of Ashlee Hammar

Remembering Baby Ryan
Courtesy of Ashlee Hammac


Are there healing ways for all in the family to remember an infant who dies?  


This was Ashlee Hammac’s question last October when their baby Ryan died just five days after his birth from Hypox-Ischemic Encephopathy.  Though in shock and heartbroken, this mom  also recognized her three-year-old son Tucker’s heartbreak at losing his little brother. He had shared months of the family’s joyful anticipation during her pregnancy.  He also met Ryan in the hospital NICU room.  He knew his mother and father spent day and night reading children’s books to Ryan as a way to bond with their dying child.   Realizing Tucker needed a natural way to mourn, she decided to add a sandbox to Ryan’s gravesite so his feelings could be expressed too.  “Tucker loves trucks and was always going to the gravesite with me,” said Hammac in an interview with People magazine.  “I wanted to make it special for him too.  Now he goes out and sings lullabies to him and talks to him just like he was there, almost like they are playing together.”


Tucker meeting baby brother, Ryan. courtesy of Ashlee Hammac

Tucker meeting baby brother, Ryan.
courtesy of Ashlee Hammac


A National Response


When the photograph above was published, it went viral to over 220,000 users.  Hammac received so much virtual support because other parents recognized her unusual thoughtfulness in our mourning-avoidant culture.  This also led their family to start a non-profit called “Pages to Memories.”  Part of their mission is to collect books for families to read to children in the NICU units in hospitals.  “I wanted to feel like Ryan was helping still.  In those five days he changed our family.”


Other Ways of Remembrance


Other parents I interviewed for Pilgrimage through Loss mentioned creative ways they found for siblings to remember and talk about their feelings of confusion and loss.  When Lorie Sawyer entered unexpected labor and gave birth to premature twins, her daughter and son died within minutes of birth. “I first saw Lori in bed with a baby in each arm, wrapped in the pink and blue blanket I’d brought,” remembers Shelly, Lori’s mother. “Memories of this are still heart-wrenching years later.”  But what Lori and Shelly appreciate deeply was the humane and sensitive way the hospital helped their family through such a profound loss.  For a brief period, the nurses took the babies to bathe and then brought them back dressed in tiny baby clothes kept on hand for such infants.  “What I remember vividly was there was no sense of hurry in the hospital.  We could hold and rock the babies as long as we needed,” said this grateful grandmother.


Including Their Other Children


Lori and her husband, Ben, have two older sons who were five and eight and their family wanted to have the babies baptized.  Their friend, a female pastor, came to to the hospital to conduct this significant religious ritual, and they named their children Molly and Joseph.  They believe this bonding time with their babies have helped Joseph and Molly to always be a part of their family story, important to their older sons.  Even their daughter, Annie, born after the twin’s death, gets involved in remembering.  “They died shortly before Halloween, so on the first-year anniversary, we released balloons with messages from the boys to their baby brother and sister,” said Lori. “Then, when their father took the boys to get pumpkins, they asked to add two very small ones for the babies.  Now it is a tradition to have five pumpkins on the porch each year in memory.  Annie, seven, continues this custom now.”  She also feels that family rituals need to be natural, not forced, and recognizes that they will change over the years.


In their shock, they hadn’t thought to take pictures, but the nurses took little Polaroids.  “These became magically recreated into beautiful photographs through a group of professional volunteer photographers in the Seattle area called Soulumination,” appreciates Lori.  “They take life-affirming pictures of terminally ill children to give the family an enduring legacy.”  These also help provide a natural way for siblings to talk about baby Molly and Joseph.


These healthy expressions of forever love inevitably help siblings.  It’s an important change from earlier times when sorrow often stayed buried in silence.


Do you know of other creative ways families have helped siblings living with a brother or sister’s death?








Healing Gardens, Sunflowers, and Peach Pie

ImageWhy are gardens so universally healing?  This morning, after

harvesting sun-ripened peaches, Japanese finger eggplants, heirloom tomatoes, kale, sunflowers and more, I felt profound gratitude.  Truth is, I still live in awe of seeds.  How a bland black/brown seed planted last spring emerges as an seven-foot tall branching sunflower amazes me.  That’s even after the deer dropped by for a gourmet meal and topped off their first flower heads.  Nothing stops their exuberant growth!


I first discovered the power of a garden after being diagnosed with my first aggressive breast cancer many years ago.  While healing from surgery and chemo, I began restoring a neglected three-tier rock garden.   I chose perennials, probably because they live for many seasons.  It’s a welcome image in the midst of cancer treatment.



 An Abundance of Beauty

garden sign


Then when our daughter Krista died on a sunny May morning, we plunged into the deep winter of sorrow.  The one bright moment each day was seeing what new shoots or blossoms came forth  in the garden.  To watch an elegant bronze French tulip wave in the wind, see a star magnolia unfurl, or taste a tart Concord grape from a 50-year-old vine inevitably gave my heart a lift.  Life does continue to unfold with beauty, I sensed, and seeds of hope slowly took root.  Environmentalist John Muir’s quote that “Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul” seems as true today as in the 1800s.


The Rituals in each Season


Sun-ripened peach pie

Sun-ripened peach pie

I also love the rhythm of rituals that gardens inevitably create….such as baking a peach pie the day they ripen on the tree. The ancient words “There is a time to sow and a time to reap” shape a gardener’s or cook’s days. Whether making spring’s strawberry shortcake or jam, summer’s gazpacho soup or basil pesto, or autumn’s baked apples, I find working with the earth’s seasonal offerings somehow gives a gentle inner peace.   After our harsh winters, I can hardly wait for our farmer’s market to open.  Fall wouldn’t feel complete without our annual family drive to Green Bluff to pick apples.  Many persons savor such seasonal rhythms and rituals, and memories of special meals often sharpen our longings for home when away.  This year I experimented with an internet recipe called Mama Thorton’s Peace Pie Recipe…with almond and cinnamon.  It clearly deserves its five star rating!  If you like to bake, you can find it at  On a hot afternoon, I did it the lazy way by just rolling out a prepared pie crust.



Gardening connects us to neighbors and communities


After harvesting in the morning, I brought some hot red peppers to Meredith, an adventuresome young cook on our lane.  She offered me some zucchini and green beans. Since I don’t grow them, I actually welcomed the zucchini (rare, I know).  I wanted to try an excellent recipe our daughter Susan created when we recently visited in Boston.  The sun filtered into her garden as  her two-year-old son Marshall stopped playing long enough to taste a fresh pea from a pod.   “Yummy,” he announced as he asked for more.   It was a golden moment, seeing a mom assuring that her child experiences the miracle of a fresh pea, pausing to enjoy friendship, and feeling connected to a daughter 3000 miles away as I imagined recreating her recipe.  These daily encounters that gardens encourage feel ripe with goodness, especially during these days of disturbing global news.


Winter’s Quiet Renewal


A close friend and the most passionate gardener I know is now undergoing complex treatments for melanoma.   For my birthday, she gave me a garden sign that says “Garden as though you will live Forever.”  In her own treatment and healing, she knows that the garden will stay central for solace and soul nurturing.  Yet, by summer’s end, we both welcome the reality that our cold Inland Northwest climate gives us a pause from gardening.  We  know that the season of dormancy also offers a time of unseen renewal.  Plants continue to be nurtured in their invisible underground soil.  When we need to live patiently while enduring a life-altering loss, or when illness forces us to face, even trust, an unseen future, there’s comfort in knowing that quiet renewal is possible.


Gardening inevitably has times of disappointment.  I think of one summer where an infestation of aphids decimated some potted vegetables, a hungry deer devoured lilies and hostas, and a surprise freeze  ruined a healthy crop of heirloom tomatoes.  Such reality leads us to becoming adaptable and persistent when obstacles emerge.



One doesn’t even need a garden to discover the healing power of plants. With all of the indoor herbal gardens now available for apartment dwellers, raised beds being offered at local community gardens, and the possibility of vegetables growing in container pots (that’s how I do most of ours), almost everyone can experience such wonder even with very limited space.


Have you found gardens healing for you?

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For everyone, life sometimes brings shipwreck moments.

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