I recently found myself captivated by the online journal of an American woman, a mother. Calling it a ‘blog’ seems a little heartless.

It is the often uplifting and inspirational, sometimes normal, sometimes heartbreaking writings of a woman who experienced several miscarriages. It consists of the journey she and her husband endured with heartbreak and misfortune after misfortune with their first born son; diagnosed with a plethora of disorders and physical challenges requiring therapy and rehabilitation each day.

She has another son, and also tells of the loss of her third child, and first daughter at just past five months gestation.

Sadly, she lost her first born only recently at the age of not-quite-six.

That she continues despite her seemingly relentless ‘bad luck’ – although that term, too, sounds most heartless – is admirable and inspirational.

She – Kate – is a stark reminder of that which we often prefer to push to the back of our minds, that which we do not wish to contemplate yet that is a plain reality of life; we never know what it has in store for us, nor how long we will have someone in our lives.

Although it can never make up for the loss of one you love so much, I’m glad she has some memories and keepsakes of these angels of hers.

Her journal is just one of those keepsakes, a living keepsake. With this and other keepsakes, she is able to keep her angels close to her heart and keep their memories alive.