If ever there is tomorrow
when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are
braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you – Winnie-the-Pooh
Last Sunday, my
daughter noted that a friend had phoned me at 6:55 that morning but didn’t
leave a message. I laughed it off
telling her that the friend’s son was an early riser and had taken to playing
with her phone and dialing numbers. I
didn’t return the call; I didn’t think that much about it.
As we returned
from brunch and shopping, the same friend called. “My son is dead.”
In the past
year, I have received several calls reporting illness and death, the most
recent being just a month ago when my grandmother died having lived 91.5 years
of mostly a fulfilling and happy life.
But this time it was different.
Even when I wrote the words above, my skin prickled. It is a call that I won’t soon forget.
My friend’s son
was a healthy and very active fifteen month old who was the love of his mother’s
life and who touched the hearts of everyone he met. His story is complicated and not yet fully
known, but it happened while my friend was at work and he was visiting his father
on a court required, unsupervised visit.
To date, there is no information as to what happened to this child who
was laughing and scampering around the grocery store just hours before his heart
stopped, he was revived, declared brain dead, and died twenty-four hours
later.
Her words shook
my very core that late morning. My daughter
and I sat, on the curb, crying.
For the next
twenty-four hours… even the next few days, I kept thinking it didn’t
happen. The conversation just didn’t
happen. Any moment she would return to
work, we would grab our morning coffee, she would talk to the hard night they had
because he wouldn’t sleep or it was cold or how he flirted with the little
girls or talked with the dogs…
That didn’t
happen.
The little boy
really died.
And now his mom
is a single mom who feels as if she has no direction. She has an empty hole where part of her heart
used to be as that little boy rocked her world.
As she says, he taught her how to love and to live.
“Had I known it
was the last…” she told me Tuesday evening as we both cried in Starbucks.
We never know
when it is going to be the last day the last time the last anything.
We just have
this moment; today; just this and just now.
4 comments:
Hi TE .. I can relate to this a little ... hearing of someone else's news of a bouncing child in their early days - yet suddenly dead. It is so sad - we never know the reason .. we can never understand why ... I still think of them to this day decades later ..
Your poor friend - there's very little one can do .. except to be there for her as often as possible .. and to support her as much as you both are able - she will appreciate just quiet companionship .. I am so sorry ...
My thoughts to all ... we do just have this moment and just this moment .. Hilary
Very seldom does a post move me to tears. Thank you for the Poo quote--I had thought when I read it, of course, that it could be a parent speaking to a child, not the other way around.
Oh I am so sorry! What a heartbreaking few weeks its been. Love to you!
Oh I am so sorry! What a heartbreaking few weeks its been. Love to you!
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