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Welcome to Esther’s Rainbow, a safe space for bereaved parents seeking comfort and support on their grief journey. We understand the pain of losing a child and the unique challenges that come with navigating life after such a profound loss.

Our website is designed to offer you resources and inspiration to help you find peace and hope in the midst of your grief. We believe that spirituality can play a vital role in healing and offer a range of articles, a blog, and other content on the topics of grief, faith, mindfulness, and connecting with your loved one in spirit.

Esther’s Rainbow 🌈 is also a community of support and compassion where you can feel seen, heard, and understood. Our team of writers, experts, and fellow bereaved parents are here to offer their knowledge, experiences, and wisdom to help you on your journey.

We hope you find solace and comfort in our content and community. Please feel free to explore our website, join our community forum, and connect with us on social media (Facebook and Twitter). If you have any questions or suggestions, please don’t hesitate to contact us.

Thank you for visiting Esther’s Rainbow 🌈 , and we hope you find what you’re looking for here.

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  • To my Precious Child

    I gaze up at the sky to say Good Morning to you. I picture you dancing up there. With a body that now allows you to be free. Without struggle. Without pain or worry. Just free. Oh…and with a new found peace that I can’t even begin to comprehend here in this sometimes broken world.…

  • Grief is Lonely

    Grief is lonely. Lonely because when you are feeling so terribly…the one you want to talk to the most..Is likely the same person you are grieving. Lonely because when you look out the window..And everyone else is going about their lives..Laughing and planning..And you just want to scream at them.How is life just going on…

  • Jigsaw Pieces

    By Becky Helmsley There is no solution to grief.It is not a problem to be solved or a task to be completed.It is an unfinished jigsaw.A puzzle with a piece perpetually lost. You can still tell what the picture is, but there are details missing.Like the sky missing a cloud or the ocean missing a…

  • Hopeful Hearts: The Eternal Connection with Our Children

    Losing a child is an unimaginable pain that words can barely describe. As a mother who has walked this heartbreaking path, I’ve found some solace in the spiritualist belief that life does not end with death. It’s a belief that promises not just survival of the soul, but a continued relationship with those we have…

  • I am a mother

    By Dr. Joanna Cacciatore I am a mother. I am a bereaved mother. My child died, and this is my reluctant path. It is not a path of my choice, but it is a path I must walk mindfully and with intention. It is a journey through the darkest night of my soul and it…

  • Happy Birthday Esther

    Dear Esther, Today, you would have been 12 years old. I find myself thinking about all the moments we could have shared, the laughter, the milestones, and the sheer joy of watching you grow. Even though you left us at such a tender age, your spirit has never really left my side. I see you…

  • Light after Twilight

    In a small, tranquil village, there lived a couple, Anna and John, whose hearts were weighed down by a profound loss. Their beloved daughter, Esther, had passed away, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill. As the year drew to a close, the village began to sparkle with the lights of the festive season,…

  • Conversation with Grief

    I’m leaving you here. For one night I want to forget. And maybe smile. Grief: You can’t leave me behind. I’m tired. You are heavy. Sometimes you are just too much to bear. Grief: I am a part of you now. I can shut the door. Forget you for a few hours. Grief: That is…

  • Running for Esther

    Losing a loved one leaves an indelible mark on our lives, shaping the way we navigate the world. Seven years ago, my world was forever changed when I said goodbye to my daughter, Esther, who battled cancer with unimaginable bravery until she was just four years old. As I lace up my running shoes and…