Miana-Mom how did my Castan die? Me-Umm. Well his organs stopped working. Miana-I should have checked on him. I should have took him out of his carseat. Instead I went to my bedroom because I wanted to. Me-Oh baby it is not your fault. No one could have saved him. It was his turn to go to heaven. Miana-Yeah well I don't like that. I want him here.
My heart hurts for my babies. I wish I could take their pain. Hearing them hurt is so completely crushing. Especially Miana thinking she could have saved her brother. I know all those cliches-"time will heal" and all that-but a 3 yr old should not be carrying such a burden on her tiny shoulders. She should be worrying about what dress to put on her Barbie dolls or what letter comes after D. I wish more than anything that I could have saved Castan because his sisters deserve to boss around their little brother. And because he deserved to pull their pigtails and play in the mud with his daddy. I miss that boy.
No comments:
Post a Comment