* Losing a child is normality, it's just not modern, western, normality.
It's important not to dwell on the bad stuff. We are programmed to forget it and remember only the good stuff so while my memories have gotten lesser as the years have passed they have become better & more concentrated.
I've also learned to not ask "why me?" — and instead ask "why not me?". Most of history's parents have probably lost a child so the idea that "this isn't supposed to happen" seems a little selfish to me. All those cherubs painted on walls probably have real faces.
These days, I like to think that my boy was simply let into the big secret a little early.
* A big life can be very short.
* Losing a child is normality, it's just not modern, western, normality.
It's important not to dwell on the bad stuff. We are programmed to forget it and remember only the good stuff so while my memories have gotten lesser as the years have passed they have become better & more concentrated.
I've also learned to not ask "why me?" — and instead ask "why not me?". Most of history's parents have probably lost a child so the idea that "this isn't supposed to happen" seems a little selfish to me. All those cherubs painted on walls probably have real faces.
These days, I like to think that my boy was simply let into the big secret a little early.