Thank you for writing me I'm just getting used to writing people now and thank you for the advice about her things.I just wonder because I do want to save money and have another baby with my husband because Jaysa was the only one we had together and then I had my tubes tied which I regret everyday because we aren't finacially stable enough to just go and have them untied anytime we wish we will have to save which we were gonna wait awhile anyway we can grieve Jaysa being gone but I wonder if we do ever have that done and end up pregnant again if I will be able to let her sibling wear her things or not?!It's just something that has crossed my mind I right now want to keep everything and the only thing that is going is the formula because it won't keep but my aunt is making a shadow box filled with pictures and an outfit but I do hope when we are ready and do have enough money that I'll be ready to let her brother or sister wear her clothes and then tell them stories of what an amazing sister they have in Heaven waiting for us all.Please keep us in your prayers and pray we can get the money together to get the tubal reversed so we may have that blessing of another one of God's angels in our life as we did with Jaysa.Thank you Jenn&Jeremy Branscum
Esther, thank you so much for writing to me. As difficult as it is, we do have to live on so that the world will not forget our children who left us too soon. I'm so sorry for the loss of your 2-yr. old son, Liam. I got through Todd's birthday, then the first anniversary (through the help of his friends who planned a very special memorial for him which we held at the cemetery). Then his birthday again a week ago today....I cried for a week before, thinking how he was just coming into his own, because of a very mild case of autism, which wasn't diagnosed until he was 28. He was intelligent, had a good job as a Technical Support Analyst (he lived and breathed technology), and was a kind, caring person with a wonderful sense of humor and loved animals. I don't know which is worse, to lose a son so young that you never had the chance to watch him grow up and experience all of the joys and sorrows that life holds, or see a son grow up, get past the difficulties of being a "little bit different" as a child, then watch him go to college, make life-long friends, get a good job, and enjoy the company of family & friends. These wonderful friends stood by him throughout the 6 days he was in the hospital in a coma, talking to him, hoping he could hear them. If you can, tell us about little Liam and why he passed so young. If it's too difficult to do so, I understand, as only another bereaved mother can. Hope your day is as good as it can be, under the circumstances. Hugs, Janet
I am sorry for your loss of Liam and the pain you are feeling. All I want is to get through the day and the next day. I have one son who is still with me and know its hard for him also. Chris (who was killed in 1993) was his identical twin-his other half. This is short but just wanted to thank you for the support.
It is really good to be able to talk to other people about what I'm going through. I know that this is a hard time of year for everone. I think being able to talk to people like this. I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I don"t know what would be harder. I went and had some of my daughters ashes put in a tattoo on my ankle and my son had it put on his shoulder. My son, granddaughter and myself make it together it is a heart with angel wings on it and her name. Her daughter Layken can"t wait to turn 18 so she can have one to. So I always have a part of her with me and she gets to be with us always.
hi i recently lost my 17 year old brother..and its been hard to believe it...the reason why i joined this group because i will like some help for my mom who is grieving very bad and i need someone to talk to her who had been threw what she been threw and try to tell her that everything is going to be okay..my email is email@example.com
thanks a bunch
your words are very true. there is a sad sameness to us all. and you are further correct that we had no idea until it happened to one of our babies. there is just no way someone could know. there is just no way. i also agree that each of us must find our own way in the end and whatever that is to help us survive is okay. i can't say that losing chad has made me love my other three kids or husband more; i already had known how precious they are to me. the sparkle has left this world for me; only time will tell if it ever comes back. i love my son so ... as i am sure you understand ... mother to mother. lisa
I to am sorry for the loss of your son. I keep telling myself that it will get better with time but many days I don't believe that. I have experienced the loss of loved ones (my parents, first husband) but this pain is so much deeper. I talk to Seth all the time. Sometimes I get so angry,then I feel guilty for being angry. What an emotional roller coaster. I just miss my boy. So does his dad, terrible. We lived our lives around him for almost 20 yrs. and now everything is so different. It's just the two of us. I am going to my first Compassionate Friends meeting Mon. night. I also go back to work for the first time since Seth's death. The thought of seeing everyone scares me. Why, I am not sure. I think that I have been realizing for about a week that my boy is not coming home again. I've known this in my brain from day one, now I know it in my heart and it is terrible. Thank you letting me know that it really can get better. My son also would want us to be happy. He would hate it that we are so sad, and would want to take care of us. And for that reason I am trying to go on. I have to find a way to learn to cope with this. Seth was such a good son. He never gave us a days trouble. He was a member of the National Honor Society and graduated 13th in his class. He had just finished his first yr. of college. He should of had so much more life. Been here to have babies of his own. All our children should of of. But I know that isn't going to happen. Now we just have to learn to live again.