"Why did I get that test done?" my mother yelled in grief. I could have had my second child. The son I always wanted. I will never get to hold him or feel his soft baby skin. I will never see him laugh. I will never see him smile. "My sweet Tina" my father said, one day we will meet our son when we are in the heavens. The baby we would have had is resting in peace with a halo over its head. Do not blame yourself. You did what you thought was right for the welfare of the child. Death is a comma not a period. We have a future ahead of us. Who knows what God has in store? We are still young. We still can have another child. When it is our turn to fly to the heavens, we will meet our child behind the pearly gate. After that, there was a long moment of silence.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 22:15:03 +0000
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