Healing Grace’s mission is to provide support, guidance, love, and community to families that have suffered (or will suffer) the death of an infant at any stage of pregnancy and within the first year of life. We exist to cultivate hope and provide the necessary support for the healing journey after loss including but not limited to; professional and peer support provided in individual, community, video on demand and workshop settings, birth planning, funeral planning support, as well as comfort boxes and other products to support maternal grief.
This is a community that has come together because of loss, but is connected by our mutual vision of hope.
At Healing Grace you will find a safe, loving environment to support you in whatever part of the healing process you are in. This journey does not have a start or an end. It is a continuum that is ever changing. From laughter and remembering with a smile one moment, only to feel an overwhelming feeling of sorrow fall over you the next and a need to cry it out, Healing Grace is here for you.
Thank you for visiting! Whether you are here seeking support or here to support our families, we are excited to welcome you to the Healing Grace community. We are stronger together.
No life too small.
Healing Grace Perinatal Hospice, Inc. is a 501(c)(3) charitable organization. Donations are tax deductible as outlined by IRS tax regulations.
Founder of Healing Grace
May 2008. I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I was overjoyed. I could not keep the news to myself and soon after telling my husband, I passed the happy news to my parents, family and friends. I felt great, no morning sickness, and no food aversions. I hardly knew anything was different. August 7th, 2008, 20 weeks pregnant and it was time for my ultrasound appointment. Time to see our baby and find out if we were having a girl or a boy. It is this day that forever changed me. It is this day more than any that sent me into panic and tearful physical breakdown. We were settled into the appointment and the ultrasound tech places the ultrasound wand on my belly. It did not take her long to get up and run out of the room. She returned with the doctor. Something was wrong. I don’t remember the words. I remember all the feelings. I remember physically getting sick. This can’t be happening and they must be wrong. Her diagnosis of anencephaly was confirmed. The prognosis was grave. We did not find out if we were having a girl or boy. I just could not stop crying.
What transpired over the next several days put us in contact with a perinatal hospice to support us over the rest of our pregnancy. This organization became integral in our healing and journey to hope.
In 2010, we moved back to the North Country and found out that there are no organizations like the hospice we had supporting families of infant loss. It was then my dream was born and I knew that I wanted to found the first perinatal hospice in the North Country, honoring my daughter’s short yet profound life.