One of my friends experienced the tragedy no parent ever expects. Her son's car crashed Oct. 31 at 3:55 a.m. after which LifeFlite took him by helicopter to a large hospital renowned for trauma care. He remained unconscious until last evening about 9:30 p.m. when he died at age 28.
I can't even imagine what kind of pain that must feel like. Everyone I know believes that parents are supposed to die first. We are not supposed to face the task of planning our children's funerals. It's just not natural.
My heart aches. Her heart will always have a hole that can never be healed. I know that. And with the timing of his death coming at Christmas, she will never have another joyous Christmas again.
I believe death is only a transition -- and that life continues on. From this plane we cannot see what the rest of the journey looks like. Perhaps she will have someone now to look down and care for her in a special way better than he ever could have here during his very short time.
As for me, I'm so terribly grateful for my children and grandchildren. I love them fiercely. For this I make no apology. I am a Mama Lion. They are my Pride: literally and figuratively.
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