10/10/10 was the day I stood before the marble wall of the Northwest Memorial for the Unborn. A bittersweet moment which brought closure to a door in my life that I so wished had NEVER been opened...the door of "Abortion".
As I approached this article’s deadline of October 10th, 2011, my mind flashes back to one year prior, 10/10/10. A day which brought a great sense of closure to a healing journey in my life. I recall standing in front of the marble wall with my husband and loved ones, where hung the engraved bronze plaque memorializing the life of our daughter, Guinevere Rose. Who’s life had been ended 30 years prior due to the “choice” of abortion. It was a small intimate gathering. The memorial was held at the NW Memorial for the Unborn, an affiliate location linked to the National Memorial for the Unborn in Chattanooga, TN. I chose an abortion as a young, 18 year old naive and scared woman buying the lies the clinic staff told me that cold, drizzly October day. “It’s just a blob of tissue”, they said. “It’s not a baby yet.” They said I’d be fine in a couple days and be able to get on with my life as normal. Life was never “normal” again. Little did I know the tangled web those lies would create in my life.As I have reflected, I awakened to the fact that my fiance’ and I were not just planning our future of wedded bliss, or so we thought! We were planning a cover up of epic proportion. A cover up that took nearly 23 years to see the light of day. I can’t think of a more divisive foundational decision a couple could make in the infancy of their life of hope for a lifelong journey together. Even though PAS (Post-Abortion Syndrome ‘trauma’) is not formally recognized yet certainly doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Since coming out of [...]