Death
Through Lost and Found I came tonight on the blog of Rainbows & Earthquakes, who just recently has lost their son to a rare metabolic illness. My eyes fill up with tears as I read her posts.
I thought to myself, I can’t imagine losing my child. Isn’t that strange; I already did lose a child. I held him in my arms. I sat with death for a while – the death of dreams, the death of a sweet little person. And yet now, years later, I have a living child, a vibrant, alive child running around my house and I still can’t wrap my brain around it.
I follow that website regularly….I stumbled across it as a link to an embryo adoption blog I was following of a woman who lost a child to that same metabolic disease. Karen is an amazing woman and I have thought the same thing about both you and her…you for suviving Devon’s birth/death on the same day (my biggest fear while pregnant)…and Karen for knowing her baby will die for almost 2 years and then having to suffer the death and burial of him. As a mother, I also cannot imagine losing one of my children either. So very tragic yet she continues on with a strong faith. Very admirable.
Me either. Off to check out this link.
xo