Members loannie8 Posted March 14, 2012 Members Report Share Posted March 14, 2012 It's been just over 9 months since I lost my 3 year old son (he lived just 3 years, 9 months, and 10 days). He has a twin sister, and was special needs. I love my daughter so much, but I've been looking at her since the day the twins were born and thinking "Micah (my son) should be doing these things too". He never walked or talked. I'm grateful that she is so amazing, but I can't help but wonder what things would have been like if they were BOTH healthy. I feel like the world passed my baby boy by when he was alive, and it just keeps going in his death. His life seemed so short, and yet these last 9 months have been the longest of my life. Time and love are funny that way. Enough is never really enough, and yet so little seems to carry the weight of the world. How does that happen? How does that even begin to make sense? I'm not sure how much sense I'm making, or if anyone else feels the same. I just needed to throw these thoughts out into the ether and hope some tiny bit of understanding will float back my way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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