I grew hearing stories of my great-aunt, Hazel. She died long before I was born, three weeks after giving birth at only 21. I was told my great-grandmother never got over it. I couldn’t understand. She had another daughter and eight grandkids. Why wasn’t that enough? Because, she forced upon the road of the loneliest journey.
Until you experience it, you cannot understand the bond between a parent and child. The bond with each child is different, but just as strong. It is your heart, a piece of your soul, all of your hopes and dreams rolled into one. For most parents the one desire is for them to be healthy and happy.
Losing a child is exactly the same, but totally opposite…. Read More at WV3Designs.com
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