Today’s post was inspired by real events
Loss in its most minute form is one of the hardest things we as individuals go through.
No word is sufficient enough to describe the gut wrenching pain that we feel.
But as each day passes by, we get the strength & courage to go on
Like a deranged woman, she burst into the children records room. She carried on her shoulders her two month old little girl wrapped in a white & pink shawl
Her eyes were puffy & red, her hair tousled all over the place.
She was a mess
“It’s an emergency, can I see the doctor please”, she asked
“What’s the matter?”
Then she explained her little girl had refused to eat in the wee hours of the morning & at about 8am that morning, she cried out of her sleep with blood dripping from her nose.
The hospital card was hurriedly given to her & then she ran out of the room heading to the doctor’s room
In about 5 minutes she was back again this time with the matron who asked that the warden look closely at the child.
The woman then scribbled the letters “BID” on the card & gave it back to the mother
My inquisitive nature took the best of me and I was told It meant
“Brought in Dead”
The loud outcry of a woman’s voice made it impossible for me to gather my thoughts together.
I needed no soothsayer to tell me who that was
She wept and screamed for help. In a split second she was rolling all over the floor with the nurses trying to pull her up.
I just sat there and looked but I understood why she wept
She wept because she would never hear her laugh or cry again
She wept because she would never get to potty train or teach her table manners
She wept because she would never get to hear the first words from her little girl’s mouth
She went because she would never throw her a first year birthday party
She wept because she would never comb her hair before bed or pack it into cute ponytails on the way to school
She wept because she would never hold her baby’s hand while she crossed the road
She wept because she would never talk about boys with her little girl
She wept because she would never get to hear her daughter tell her how much she loved her
She wept because she would never get a Mother’s Day card from her
She wept because she would never get to teach her how to cook
She wept because she would never get to meet her son-in-law
She wept because she would never see her baby walk down the aisle with her Mr. Right
She wept because she would never get to carry the babies of her own baby
She wept because she would never get to teach her how to pray or know the way of the Lord
She wept for the strong woman she knew she would’ve become
She wept and wailed for the life that her baby could’ve lived
She wept for the vacuum that would forever remain
And in that moment I wept with her because I understood;
No mother ever wants to lose her little one
So today, I dedicate this post to you precious little darling.
I never knew or got to meet you but I know you were a tiny bundle of joy
I hope you realize how much you were loved & would continually be missed by those you left behind
Though tomorrow they’d start their day without you, know you’d be in their hearts forever and even a day more
Continue to Rest in Peace with He who loves you so much more
With Sugary Love…