An old friend of mine has experienced a horrible tragedy this week. I feel the need to vent some feelings and don't need to have my friend's family criticized at all. Henry, a four month old baby, died yesterday from an accident. He apparently smothered while sleeping on his father's chest on the couch.
Everytime I think of my friend and their baby, I cry. I cannot imagine losing either of my children, especially from something I have done countless times with my own kids. This is a baby who never got to sit up, say a first word, walk, voluntarily give his parents a hug or a kiss. There are no words for how profound the loss of a child is.
Guy and I lost a child at ten weeks of pregnancy. I mourn that loss often, but I feel that loss is so much muted comparatively to the loss of a child one has snuggled, held, and been able to experience. Our loss was a bad dream unrealized. The loss of Henry is a bad dream. Please put this family in your prayers or thoughts. They will struggle so much in the days ahead to make sense of this. I wish there was something I could do to make this time easier.
