Conclusion number one is that any life is precious. No matter that his life was hard when measured by the yardstick of normalcy. He was a happy child and deserved his time in the sun. As parents, we owe them the chance to be as much as they can be – no matter what the hardships. In case you haven’t noticed, this is a shameless plug for the pro-life position.
Conclusion number two is that just as parents are willing to risk their lives for their children, so must they be prepared for infinite hurt by their loss. It is not in the natural order for a child to precede his parents in death. The happy memories of other loved ones will in time, be just that – happy memories. The happy memories of your children will be forever bittersweet. That is a price that parents must pay for their joy.
This was an extremely painful loss for my friend, as any loss of a child would be to any parent. I have to imagine that the writing process, as he explains, was extremely cathartic and helped conjure the memories, images and feelings that one holds so dear when a loved one departs.
This process of reading and comprehending the entire matter has brought me to tears innumerable times, and compounding my feelings of sympathy, empathy and plain old selfish concern is a letter I received from another writer who wished not to be named: he too lost a special child.
Both of these men were able to put their experiences into such vivid and captivating detail that I was overwhelmed with a desire to crawl out of my skin and slip away to a place where nothing horrible happens, no one feels pain and children never die - an imaginary world that does not exist.
As I move into my seventh month of pregnancy I am gripped with the knowledge that there are no promises or guarantees of health for our new baby. I do my best to take care of myself and hope that God's grace and the genetic role of the dice fall in my favor. All tests so far lead to "yes." But again, there are NO guarantees in these matters. Add the discomfort of pregnancy itself and the hormones that control your moods every second of the day and it's amazing that pregnant women don't lose it, and by "it," I mean my already fragile mind.