You guys came over to us--said, "Sit up!" You each threw another towel across our chest and set the tray on our lap and said, "Happy Mother's Day!" and left the room....oh yeah, you took a picture of us that Marty has a copy of--it is bad...wow. We just looked at each other after you left the room and laughed right out loud! What kids!!
Here I am now, and you are gone to heaven now for 5 1/2 years. I have learned so much in this time. I have met so many other moms who too, have lost a child or sometimes more than one. I have entered a group of the most precious people who have sent their most precious ahead to heaven and continue to stand up each day and keep walking forward. Some of us have other children, but the one we sent is not to ever be replaced...each was unique and precious to us.
Some have lost children in the most horrendous ways-by taking their own lives, or being killed by someone or in a car accident or a rogue wave...or death from a dreaded disease way too young, or even in midlife. I got an email today from a dear woman who is 85 who lost her dear daughter to cancer at 55. She still grieves deeply. Each of us has had to take that first step into this never known land of loss of our dear one.
I have learned so much from each of you--and the ones who don't read this blog. I feel your presence on most every day, a silent holding of hands as we continue one. Sometimes when I think I can't take another step, someone corresponds, or writes something to touch and encourage.