Why did I think I was immune to losing one of my babies. Only other people lose their babies – and I am always there to comfort them with all the right silences…or words. It is me, this time.
This baby was 38 years old and the father of several babies of his own. How can this be? When will I wake up from this dream and have all my babies back in their proper place? I am awake, and he is gone from this earth. My faith speaks to me and says I will hold him again in the next life. For now, I hold his grieving wife and children. This was not in the plan.