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We lost our son a little over a year ago. It’s so hard. Two things that grate on my nerves constantly are not knowing what he would have looked like or accomplished if he had been permitted to grow up, and always having to do algebra to give what feels like the wrong answer about the family count–“I have ( X - 1) kids”, or “Table for (X - son + new daughter + me + spouse + anybody visiting), please!”
Yes, you were one of the first ones to reach out to me … and any number minus one is always less
But I want to put an image of a moment in time into your head: One day while playing outside, my oh-so-wonderful-beautiful-huggable boy fell and skinned his knee. All his future skinned knees, papercuts, bruises, and bumped heads, etc all started flashing through my head. I thought, Lord, I would be willing to suffer anything for him not to feel this skinned knee or any other pain like that. Well, now he’s not hurting, and I’m doing the suffering, so I guess my prayer was answered. Remembering that moment has been a comfort and I hope that perspective helps you.
**I am not there yet dranzal, I am not strong enough to be there yet … too much sadness.
God bless Gabrial and your family**