I don’t want to remember my son.
I want to make memories with him.
I want him to watch me grow old, to watch him get married and have children and to hear his voice mingled with his siblings at my table.
Read the rest here: https://thelifeididntchoose.com/2019/04/02/i-dont-want-to-remember-my-son/
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I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.
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So, so true Melanie. Just reading the title made me cry. I was “blessed” to be able to say goodbye, to tell Kari how much I love her and to hold her tight as she stepped into Heaven. Much and all as I’m so thankful for those opportunities, those are the images that are burnt into my brain and play over and over when I just can’t sleep. Images no mother ever wants to have of listening as your child takes that last slow breath and then silence. If not for the hope of seeing her again, it would be completely incompatible with living for me. Thank you Jesus for holding my Kari safe until I see you both. And until then all I can do is remember….and imagine that reunion that I long for.
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