growing up

‘I don’t remember the last time I held you. There was no parade, no photo to commemorate it. Just one day I held you, and it was the last time.’: Mom urges ‘soak each moment in’

“Tonight, you asked to lay on top of my stomach like when you were a baby. I of course said yes. But we fumbled around for too long, both trying to get comfortable, until we realized it just wasn’t going to happen. One day I held you, and it seemed there was no end in sight for this pure bliss. Then, one day, it was the last time.”

‘Dropping off my 5-month-old for a nap, a car came flying through the intersection. We spun 360 degrees. 25 years later, I still smell the burning airbags.’: Bereaved mom details grief journey

“The phone rang. This poor woman from a local charity was going on and on about how I must donate. Something inside me cracked. I exploded, ‘I DONATED MY SON’S ORGANS THIS YEAR AND IT’S ALL I’LL BE DONATING FOR QUITE SOME TIME.’ Anger was rearing its ugly head.”

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