There was something I have been meaning to post. It slipped my thoughts and I didn't do it on the exact day I meant to. Thinking about the post I was supposed to have done this morning while on the LRT I figured I could still post it and even have a lesson or point to make.
Twelve years ago April 1998 Isaac Winston aged 18 months went home to be with the Lord. Isaac was my neighbors child. Youngest of 4. I was their regular babysitter and playmate. I had had grandparents pass but this was the first time I was face to face with the reality that babies and children die.
It was a pretty traumatic experience for this neighbor girl. One that I have not forgotten. I often wondered what the mother felt like when she found her lifeless baby, when they officially declared him dead. I will never forget the small child in a white suit in a white coffin, Bible and cross in his hands. His cause of death so obvious.
I read fairly often about grieving mothers becoming upset when those around them forget special days. Even as a DBM I am guilty of this. I completely forgot to post on Isaac's angel day. But it doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about him. I have been for 12 years. We all know that saying even the smallest footprint leaves an imprint. It's so true.
Now as I near Gavin's EDD I don't necessarily expect anyone to remember. It would be nice if people did acknowledge it but it might not happen. I know that it won't be an intentional slight. It will probably sting just a little but how can I fault somebody for something I have done myself?
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Sending hugs.
Poor baby, and poor mama. Hugs.
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