Death
How do we explain to death of our children way before what we feel is their time....I turned 70 this year Ken died at 45. So many times I have asked why, h3 was good, he was doing God work. He had so many years to do what he felt he should do fo God. I believed, I prayed, I still believed Ken would be healed.We watch these modern that happevd in Texas and say why that 18 mo old was shot, his life had just began. We say why on any ..but it comes down it does not matter age our child is still our baby. We remember watching then learn to crawl to walk to talk to potty ...they were our baby then they were are baby when they died no matter the age. I called Kenny my baby while he was in the hospital those last days, my grandson,his son said why do you call dad your baby...I said cause he is my baby...So. To explain why a baby dies, why does a child at 45 die. We have no answers to the why.allwe have is our memories, our love for them and our internal life with them...we hurt, we cry, we say why that one person with evil heart took so many lives...we just keep holding on that one day we will see our child and be there for others. This is the toughest thing we have to go through....for a child to die young it just seems so useless to us, we just cry for ourselves and for the ones who now are asking why...
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I have that a thousand answers to why would not soothe me.. what does soothe me a little is knowing that Patrick is not just my past, but he is my future.. All of our kids are in our futures. It gives me something to look forward too
So many unanswered questions that I have often wondered about as well. I find such comfort in what Lauri said about our children being our future.
With you in the questions and living into the reality of what is today, right now and in front of me.
Hand in hand, Heart to heart,
XO Joanie
Sandi, such a senseless act, taking the lives of innocent people. Making their moms cry like we cry for our kids. My heart goes out to the victims and their families in Texas. Love to you and dearest Kenny, Linda
You are so right honey. Our babies are always our babies. My 22 year old daughter was my baby. I am 46 and my Mother still calls me baby. Those Why's torment us, and deep down we KNOW we will get no answer in this life. This is just me, but I wholeheartedly believe that when I am released from this body, my Baby will be the first to greet me in spirit. I also wholeheartedly believe that then and only then my question, Why?, will be answered. In this life, any answer would not satisfy me anyway...it would just be something to argue against. There are times I am not reasonable...during those times I beg God to send her back to me, I beg her to come back to me. I know that can't be, yet still I beg. Then there are times I am thinking more clearly and I question myself...If it was possible, would I want her back in the pain she was in? My knee-jerk reaction is, Of Course!!! But...her pain was unimaginable. So bad, she ended her life here to escape it. In all the time since then, I have not ended my life. So I can only believe that the pain she was in was worse than the pain I have been in since she left, and I can't fathom that. She was in more pain than the pain her death has caused me. Would I put her back in that same place, in that same pain, for my selfish reasons of just wanting my child back? Not that it's possible anyway...but in all honesty I just don't know. Some times I think I would not do that to her, knowing she is at peace now, sometimes in desperation I want her back regardless. Mothers are not supposed to bury their babies, babies at any age, and fortunately, most don't have to. Some sweet day I believe, in spirit, it will all make sense.
I used to have a very hard time talking about my son in the past tense. Now I can say he is an Angel and be done with it. I don't need pity I would appreciate a hug. I do like the idea of our children being in our future, I have never thought of that. It does offer a ray of hope. I do feel my parents and grandparents who know my son are taking care of him till we are together.
Hugs, Penny