Caring Beyond

Joined Together In Grief and Healing

It was helpful to hear others share their stories. closeQuote

After our son died, I felt like I was going crazy 'Caring Beyond' helped me realized my feelings were normal.
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I learned a lot about pain loss and hope. closeQuote

Going to the support group was my first public 'outing' after my loss. I am glad I went. closeQuote

I didn't have to explain my feelings because the people there understood closeQuote

After I went to 'Caring Beyond' I realized that the feelings I had after my miscarriage were normal. closeQuote

When I felt the support from my family and friends running out, the group gave me the extra help I needed. closeQuote

Welcome to Caring Beyond

YOU ARE NOT ALONE

Every year there are over 200 Stillbirths and neonatal deaths as well as more than 1800 documented miscarriages in the Calgary area. All of our members have also suffered the tragic loss of a baby.

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TELEPHONE SUPPORT

403-294-1131

For information about the upcoming meeting, or to leave a message to speak with a parent volunteer, please call 403-294-1131. THIS IS A VOICE MAIL SERVICE.

H.E.A.R.T.S group in Red Deer
Phone: (403) 309-4344 ext. 105
Email: heartsreddeer@shaw.ca

For those in the Canmore / Banff area
please click here for more
information on the
Bow Valley Self Help Group

**We have not had a very efficient method of getting the books we lend out back to our library and this has led to a shortage of books now available. You don't have to come to a meeting to return your books anymore. Please return your library books and clearly mark them as Caring Beyond on the front or in an envelope and drop them off in the wooden return bin located just inside the front doors of the Women's Health Grace Centre. We appreciate your prompt attention to this matter so other grieving parents are able to benefit from this important resource. Thanks!!!

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I wonder, Oh I wonder
I wonder, Oh I wonder, where the little faces go. That come and smile and stay awhile,
and pass like flakes of snow. The dear, wee baby faces that the world has never known, But mothers hide, so tender-eyed deep in the hearts alone.
I love to think that somewhere, in the country we call heaven, the land most fair of anywhere will unto them be given.

In memory of:
All Babys Lost