Peace tonight...

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To meet someone or feel as though you meet them is to dip into their lives for however long you are connecting with them. The topic or incidents you dip into can measure the depth of the connection. OK, a woman I "met" through blogger is having an anniversary today. Today is one year since the loss of her son who died at twelve days old. Loss of a child is torture, pure hell on earth Ic an only imagine. She and her husband brought home a healthy son and celebrated family together. Photos of the three of them, walking in a park, their first, cuddling, snoozing, feeding all commemorated on blogger. Then it all came down, down so far those of us that havent felt the loss will never know. I can touch on pain through loss but hope and pray to never know the despair she has endured. Is ther life after this? I dont know. She continues to "live" she works, goes to holiday parties, cooks, cleans. How I dont know.
I am feeling so many things for this friend I dont know.
I am feeling so many things for myself, my husband, my mother, my mother inlaw.
I can write to her but do my words mean or say anything?
She held her son and he died. His little spirit went up, up, up.
He is in heavens cradle and waiting for the day his mother will come to him again. He is sooo well taken care of that the time between now and then will be short. It is his mother and fathers burden to bear until they are together again. I think they will have a small cottage somewhere with all the sweetness and amenities of lifes "home". Their time together will be endless and the love and joy they will have is unknown to us. Her son Oliver Harry is heavens baby all the mothers of heaven are loving him up and holding him and warming the space for Rebecca's arrival.
Peace to you Rebecca gentle dreams and loving arms to hold you tonight as you remember your sweet son. He is an angel of eternity and the child of God until you arrive to take your place holding him and kissing his head once more.

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ann said…
thank you for visiting me

I've just read this post. You wrote it beautifully... it is every parent's worst nightmare. In some way we have to believe when this happens that our children are lent to us and that G-d has a greater purpose for them.
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