Nolan Eason

At 1:03AM on Friday, March 30, 2012 my first child was born - a son. We named him Nolan Eason. 21" long, 5lb 3oz. He was beautiful and perfect in every way, except that he was stillborn. As we searched for answers to his untimely death, we also searched for comfort. This blog was created as a way of working through my sorrow by trying to find something beautiful in the world each day. Hopefully, along the way it will help others to heal as well.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Day 22: Words

Day 22: Words
Oct. 22, 2013

As evidence by my blog, there's lots I could say about Nolan, but some of the written words that speak to me and remind me of Nolan are as follows.

A saying that we read aloud during Nolan's memorial and that we later had engraved on his plaque is:

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

This is an Irish blessing and ironically Marshall has the line from it "until we meet again" tattooed on his arm long before Nolan was ever even thought about. It seemed only fitting that this saying be incorporated into Nolan's memorial and subsequently into our thoughts when remembering Nolan.

At his memorial I read a poem I had stumbled upon only days after Nolan's death. This one poem summed up every thing I was thinking and feeling at the time and still resonates with me tremendously.

Tears

If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
and bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye
you were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know.

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