Any mom who has experienced the death of her child can tell you that your grief is your own. Your journey is your own. We come together and support each other through, we travel this broken road together, yet we are still so very alone.
Day 1 : Sunrise : Looks like a heart in the clouds
Can you imagine burying your first born before she has really had a chance to spread her wings fully and watch her fly ? Before seeing her graduate high school with her classmates ?
How about 6 weeks after you buy her senior prom dress that she was so excited to get ? Six short weeks after we had our last family photos taken ? Six short weeks after we had her senior high school pictures taken , and six short weeks after she got her eyebrow piercing done that she had patiently waited for, for several years.
Can you imagine how hard it is to know the reality of it is that when others were planning their spring break trips, and what they wanted to get done before school started back up my daughter was in the hospital with pneumonia. Somewhere in those first few days , or perhaps in the days before they finally admitted her into the hospital she got a deadly virus. She got sepsis which is 100% preventable with proper hand washing by doctors and nurses, by respiratory therapists , by anyone who comes into contact with patients in the hospital.
When others were planning what they were going to wear to go back to school the next week , and the news they wanted to share with their friends, I was planning my first born daughters funeral.
Her celebration of her life. A life that was cut too short. I was planning what she would wear for her *party* , what music would be played. What would be said about her.
Doesnt quite seem fair does it ? Some might say this isn't real. That teenagers don't die in high school.
The reality is, teenagers die every day.
Fact is people with Muscular Dystrophy die each and every day.
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