the death of all my children
I collapsed on the floor, balling my eyes out. Not in disbelief—because, deep down, I’d already known what I was facing—but, truthfully, in self pity.
I remember this day like a grieving Mother never forgets the day she lost her child. It was a day I experienced a pain like no other. A pain that couldn’t be numbed, bandaged or healed. And one that so few people I encounter ever really understand—thankfully.