help please,its the anniversary of a year year old little girls mums sudden death?

Question

although shes only 7 years old she wants to say something but doesnt know what. can u help please. shes coping very well amd goes to visit her grave weekly and talks to her but when it comes to writing something she doesnt know what to say. any help would appreciated.

Answer 1

Have you seen memory-of.com. Its an easy user friendly website where you can create a site specifically for your loved one. I created one for my husband and my two little boys go on it regularly and leave little messages, just an idea...

Answer 2

that is tragic, my heart goes out to her. what a brave little girl to have to deal with that at such a young age. i think it should be in her own words, whatever she decides it will be from the heart. just ask her to write down how her mum made her feel and how she felt about her that should give her some direction.

Answer 3

Poor little girl - just tell her to write down what she feels. That must be the worst thing that can happen to a child. Tell her she's a brave little princess and her mummy would be proud of her.

Answer 4

8 365 days olds have huge frightening tooth? 8 365 days old unicorns? I definitely have huge frightening tooth. I shall eat the unicorns with them... chop chop... different than you are the Dream Unicorn who has responded already. he's the KING OF YAHOO solutions! long stay the.. besides... what became the question?

Answer 5

Dear Mommy,

God needed you in heaven
Life on earth was not to be
So, He wrapped His arms around you
And whispered, “Come to Me.”

God’s garden must be beautiful
Because He only takes the best
Now, my dear Mommy
You’re at peace and rest.

When I saw you sleeping
In peace, and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer it again.

Answer 6

Rupert Brooke was one of the celebrated 'First World War poets' - young men who faced an alomst certain death and wrote about it with such eloquence. I came to know and love his poetry in school but knowing that I face an untimely death due to a genetic problem I have re-read a lot of the his poems and have written one to be read at my funeral based on the following poem. Maybe you could read this to your little one andwrite a poem about all the things her mum loved. I am not certain a 7 year old would understand it all but I am sure the rhythm and the beauty of it would encourage a sensitve little girl like yours.

I have been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame; -- we have beaconed the world's night.
A city: -- and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor: -- we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love's magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming....
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such --
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns....
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass; --
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
---- Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers....
But the best I've known,
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.

O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved."

Rupert Brooke, Mataiea, 1914

Answer 7

maybe that she misses her hugs and her kisses and the way she would tuck her in bed at night ,maybe the way she would brush her hair and read her stories at bed time or the cookies they used to bake 7 yr olds have a life time of memories you just need to help her remember them ,I am so sorry for your loss

Answer 8

tell her to write her mom a pretty poem or a letter and take her to read it at her mom's grave.

Answer 9

http://www.nasponline.org/NEAT/grief.html

http://www.nmha.org/reassurance/childcoping.cfm

http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/emotions/feelings/death.html

These people know what they are talking about. I wont risk a crap answer to this question....all the best xx