It seems that there are too many baby angels... Why does this happen? How was I so naive that this could even happen? I read other blogs of mothers who have children that have died and it just gets me so emotional. The pain... I can read in the words that they wright and it is exactly like my own. It is just profound. There is a community of us, survivors of infant death. We are in our own club. One that you never wanted to belong to. One that shouldn't have so many members. To survive after your child has died takes the shield off of the world. Your Rosy colored glasses removed you can really see and maybe for the first time in your life sorrow. To survive... I choose to do good things to honor my son. To make sure that the memory of him branches off and touches the lives of so many. Joseph Henry had to go to heaven... so that it's heart grew by one. One too big for this life here.
Joseph can you hear mommy? I Love you so much. The lessons you are teaching are reaching me. I miss you but.... knowing how much good you are doing I am at rest. Peace in my heart. It beats for you. Love, Mom.