Loss does not discriminate between young and old. It is one thing we all share.
In light of recent events, Ethan lay on his bed, in the dark of his room, crying. I felt like crying too.
In a rare moment of transparency, he said, "Everything feels sad right now."
Not sure I could have articulated it any better.
At a loss for words, I wrapped myself around him, and he wrapped himself around me.
And together, in silence, we let the waves of grief pass over us.
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
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