|By Kris Miller|
…Others seem to assume that since you were a baby, the grief
isn’t as intense – that I didn’t “know you.” But my hopes and dreams
for you were real. Every plan I had included you. Your sisters, Jenni
and Lindsey, and I will never forget you.
Now I know how precious and fragile life is. Son, on this
painful Mother’s Day, a day I had once eagerly anticipated, we will
visit the cemetery, we will look at your pictures, we will touch your lock
of hair, and we will cry. But I will also thank God for you, Dylan – for
showing me what is truly important. Your short life does count. I am
changed. And I’ll love you forever.
|Taken from the SHARE national newsletter|