Wednesday, September 19, 2012

A pain like no other

There is not a person that I know that hasn't experienced a loss of a loved one. A Dear friend of mine just joined that exclusive club that I hope to NEVER even receive an invitation from. One that doesn't even have a name. When you lose your parents you are an orphan, but to lose a child is so terrible it doesn't even have a name to associate it's self with.

Her sweet 6 year old son Will passed tragically while he was in the safety of his own bed, in his own house with his loving family not far from him.

I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain and torment of what she is going through. And I don't even want to try to put myself in her shoes.

I can somewhat feel her pain when I look at my own children. One of which is the same age as her son was. And to try to picture my life without any of my girls is to much to bare.

I have cried for this little boy and his family. I have anger at a God that would take someone that has only been here on this Earth for such a short time. I have questions that I am sure are going through everyone's mind.

Did he wake up during this? Did he go peacefully in his sleep?

I just don't understand how this could happen.

These past few days, I have held my children a little closer at night. I have told them I love you so many times that they are sick of hearing it and instead of saying "I love you to, Mommy" they now reply with an "I know".

Once again life has smacked me down and told me that you can lose someone no matter their age or health in the blink on an eye.

So my wonderful friends, I want you all to know that I love you. Because you never know when your last I love you and sweet tuck in of your little ones will be your last.

Rest in peace Sweet Boy. You may be gone but I can guarantee that you will NEVER be forgotten.

Whatever our hands touch---
We leave fingerprints!
On walls, on furniture,
On doorknobs, dishes, books,
As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh please where ever I go today,
Help me leave heartprints!
Heartprints of compassion
Of understanding and love.
Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
Or a runaway daughter,
Or an anxious mother,
Or, perhaps, a dear friend!

I shall go out today
To leave heartprints,
And if someone should say
"I felt your touch,"
May that one sense be...YOUR LOVE
Touching through ME.
(Author Unknown)

1 comment:

  1. My heart is aching for your friend and her loss. I can't even begin to imagine her pain.