Question about Non-Profits for Helping Bereaved Parents

I have had a project in my mind for a long time – a non-profit for helping and supporting bereaved parents. I don’t want to duplicate what others have done, but I have wanted to do something to help. Whatever I do, I want it to be entirely relevant and workable.

What I have in mind is something that’s very ambitious – or at least could be in the long run – so I’m not sure if I have the wherewithal to do anything that ambitious, and I don’t think I can do it alone. My heart is telling me that now may be the time. I say that out loud with fear and trepidation, as I haven’t said those words to hardly anyone and I’ve never outlined what I have in mind to anyone.

So, my question is this: Do you know of any non-profit organizations that specifically help and provide resources for bereaved parents? If so, what is their focus, size, any other specifics? Could you please also provide a web link, if one is available? If you have started a non-profit, what has been your process/experience? If you don’t want to put anything public on this site, you can email me at onewomansperspective@hotmail.com.

Thank you.

~Becky

© 2017 Rebecca R. Carney

Hi, Jason

From my journal dated December 16, 2002:

Joe and I decided to try to do a little more Christmas shopping today. We decided to go look around Bed, Bath & Beyond for gifts, so I drove the easiest way – which took us right by the cemetery.

As we drove by, Joe looked over and said, “Hi, Jason.”

Whoa! I wasn’t expecting that! Tears came to my eyes so fast I could hardly see to drive.

I know he’s not actually there. I know just his earthly body is there. Where do we go now to tell Jason “hi”?

© 2011 Rebecca R. Carney

“His smile danced”

From my journal dated September 22, 2002:

I stopped by the cemetery this today on my way home. Someone had left yellow starburst mums and a note that said, “His smile danced.”

It’s so easy to feel like everyone has forgotten Jason. Whoever left it…it was nice to see that someone still misses him and thinks of him.

That person visiting the cemetery is me

From my journal dated July 30, 2002:

Yesterday was Jason’s birthday. It was a tough day for me. Oh, my precious boy. I miss you so much! It’s hard to be here, knowing you’re gone.

I had to go to school in the morning. As I went by the crash site, I about lost it. Someone had tied a balloon onto the cross. After class, I stopped by a flower shop and got some flowers to take to the cemetery.

Floral Hills Cemetery

I look at cemeteries differently now. I used to be distanced from them. A cemetery was a place I looked at and felt sorry for the poor people who were burying a loved one or visiting a gravesite. Now I feel compassion, empathy, and a kinship to the people who are there…which is entirely different than “feeling sorry for.” Now that person at the cemetery isn’t some disconnected entity…it’s me, visiting the graves of my son and his friend who were killed in the prime of their lives.