Alexander Lee was born a few minutes after 12 o'clock in the morning on September 13, 1995 and died in my arms five minutes later.
The earth has made twenty-one trips around the sun since that day. While I have grown older and wiser in some things, I am still a complete dumbass in so many others.
I know that time does not heal a heart that is broken over the loss of child. I also know that I will never stop wondering "what if...?"
Tomorrow I, alone, will quietly celebrate the birth of my son Alexander Lee and I will again ask God, "Why? Why this child?"
When I close my eyes for sleep tomorrow night, it will start all over again.
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