Even though it has been 19 months since our Cora died and I feel that loss every single day, sometimes things happen that bring me right back to the moment she grew cold in my arms and I plummet right back into that black, endless pit of despair that her death threw me into.
Today, I learned that a friend of mine and her family lost her premie nephew down at BC Children’s after he fought for a couple of months to live.
My heart aches for the Wiebe and Onyango families today. I don’t know David’s parents, but I’ve followed his struggles and triumphs through his auntie’s Facebook statuses. I do know exactly how much their loss hurts and it’s brought me right back to my own ongoing struggle with grief and pain. Mine is dulling with time I’m strong enough to carry it around on my shoulders wherever I go now. Theirs is heavy and sharp and they have an extremely difficult road ahead of them, so I wish them all the strength they’ll need to learn how to carry the pain of little David’s loss around on their shoulders and hope their support system is healthy and vast.
And I hope my Cora is somewhere out there welcoming David back into the pool of souls he came from (or wherever your spiritual beliefs dictate he has come from and gone to).
I’ll get back to regular blogging tomorrow, but tonight I’m going to think about my baby girl and baby David and remember how grateful I am to have what I have and who I have in my life that has made my journey through grief bearable.
Goodnight, my friends. I wish you all enough…
Miss her more than I can say.