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What No Mommy Should Have to Face - A Prayer for You

This is a very difficult post for me to write. But I am hoping that if any of my readers is facing a similar situation, you will know that you are not alone. My heart goes out to you. 25 years ago today, I received a phone call at work that would forever change my life.

This day started a four day ordeal of doctors, nurses, specialists......and tears. Buckets upon buckets of tears. My almost 11 month old baby boy was gone, one week before what would have been his first Christmas.

Every year at this time is difficult, but something about the 25 year mark has really affected me. Today has been a day of quiet solitude, of prayer, of tears, and of realizing that I have received immense blessings since that tragic time. I was blessed with two wonderful step-kids who are now grown. And God gave me another amazing son, who is now 13 and growing into an amazing young man. I have much to be thankful for! I wanted to share a poem that I wrote on the first anniversary of his passing. It has brought me great comfort.

He was a dear and precious gift, my treasured pride and joy.
I loved him more than life itself for he was my little boy.

He made me laugh and made me care, this gentle little soul.
He gave so much during his short life for he gave me hope and made me whole.

But for reasons I'll probably never understand, God whispered in his ear.
"Child, it's time to come home with me. The angels need you up here."

And so he placed his tiny hand in God's and left for that beautiful place.
Where children play and know no pain and each has a smiling face.

And though missing him still hurts sometimes, to my angel child I pray.
For he whispers to me in my dreams at night that we'll be back together some day.

Again, my thoughts and prayers to anyone facing a similar situation. You are not alone. I wish you peace, prayers and love this holiday season.

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