A friend of mine described the feeling of losing his child six years after the fact. He said, “It feels like I’m walking around with a sword in my chest.” He also said he recently went on a religious retreat and experienced something, like the sword was being pulled out, all at once.
I’m not religious, but spiritial. I don’t know how I’d deal or if I could deal with that sort of loss.
When my niece Candace was born, my brother got a tattoo with her name and birthdate. Not a lot of people were getting tattoos back then, but I thought it was cool. After Candace had her son, she got a tattoo with her son’s name and birthdate. I didn’t know that until yesterday.
Yesterday her mom (Paula) sent me a photo of a tattoo she just got:
What a beautiful tribute. Baby blue was Candace’s favorite color. She liked it so much, it was part of her email address.