Sorry I've been MIA for so long. It's been a long adventure with trips up and down the east coast, snow storms, and needy relatives. Perhaps I will elaborate in a few days, but I figured I would first continue with this 30 days of truth I committed to...
I'm actually going to copy Mrs. Heather Lynn's answer for this one. I hope and pray to everything sacred in this world that I will never have to bury a child. It's something that's easy to say when you don't have children yet, but once you do the fear magnifies a hundred fold. Call me a paranoid mom. Call me a normal human being. I check my son every time he is sleeping to make sure he is still breathing. I worry about car crashes, and falling off bridges, and rare diseases, and falling down stairs. As my grandmother put it (who for the record lost several children through miscarriage, or in the hospital), it's hard to lose a child regardless, but once you bring them home it's a completely different story. Once you bond and they become a part of you you can't imagine ever losing them.
There are a lot of people in my life that I would be devastated if I lost, and while my husband fights thousands of miles away, constantly in harms way, he is definitely near the top of that list, but to lose my son would be a whole kind of heartbreak I don't even want to fathom.
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