The questions I have are nothing compared to the million more she has. Why her? Why her family? Why her son?
It must be the most indescribable pain that a heart can ever feel.
No parent should have to bury their child. No mother should mourn the loss of a child, yet 3 women I know have felt this loss in March.
Each woman very different with only one thing in common.
They all lost the sons this March, their last borns. Their babys.
One mother lost her child shortly after child birth.
We did our immigtation test together in October on her due date. When I saw her in March at our ceremony, I asked how she was and if she remembered me. Of course she did, we had gotten into trouble befor the test as we were talking in the exam room.
“How is your son doing?” I asked innocently.
Her eyes clouded over and her reply hauntes me to this day.
“Not good, he’s dead.” Her voice void of emotion.
All I could do, on what was suppose to be a joyous occassion for her, and I, was hold her. For the first time I had had my heart broken by another mothers pain.
Another mother I know from my past life put her toddler to sleep, and he never woke up. I am not sure of the details, but it hurt me just as bad, as I thought of my own toddler. Just thinking of not having her wake up from a nap was something I had to quickly dismiss for fear of it consuming me.
The last mother is the mother of my half brother. Her baby was 25. His death untimely and sudden has left his parents wondering what more they should have or could have done to prevent it. This makes me realize that no matter how old our babys get we will always be responsible for their well beings and will always be left feeling guilty and questioning ourselves as parents.
To the moms that have loved and lost their children, I have no words that can take away your pain. I can only hope that time and the love and support of those around you will help you heal through these times of suffering. May God bless and keep you.