The same inexorable passage of time that dragged you to the moment your child died keeps dragging you on past it, away from the last time you held them, the last time they smiled at you, the last time they said your name or that they loved you or that they wanted another popsicle or another kiss or another bedtime story.
Eric A. Meyer

What a beautiful way to express the horror of losing a child. I cannot imagine what you have been through and I sense bravery and courage in your family.

Thank you for this passage.


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