Nothing can prepare you for the death of your child, whether it is inevitable or unexpected. During the six months while my son, Blake, battled incurable brain cancer, I kept thinking as I helplessly watched him die, that this was the cruelest torture a parent could endure. I was wrong. Living after you’ve had to bury your child is a worse life sentence.
Children should NEVER, EVER die before their parents. There is no logical explanation why my son is buried underground while my feet continue to walk the earth.
Three years later, the world continues to move forward much to my disbelief. As Blake’s friends have matured, grown taller, filled out, moved out, graduated college, started jobs, have girlfriends or wives, Blake remains forever 19. He has left me with a lifetime of wonder and his future exists only in my imagination.
Although spending 19 years, 4 months and 28 days with Blake wasn’t nearly long enough, I am so incredibly lucky that I was his mom and he was mine. We should all know such love!
“I loved you like there was no tomorrow…and then one day there wasn’t.” — Author Unknown