Post by iamd3w on Nov 19, 2005 12:52:57 GMT -5
My grandmother and I were talking the other day about our little angels and we both had the exact same thoughts decades apart. She lost her first born son when he was 15--he drown even though he was a good swimmer. My daughter went in her sleep at three and a half years old. We were talking about how crazy we felt after it happened to us. I was telling her how it felt like it all felt like a dream, how it felt like it didn't even feel like it all happened (having the kids) I knew that I had her but it feels like it was only a really long dream and that I woke up and it was all gone--she said she felt the exact same. She doesn't even remember how it felt to hug or kiss him. But it can't be a dream because we have all these real life pictures of them. I was lucky enough to have my baby boy who needed me because her youngest at the time was four and independant, she said she felt so lost, she was in a fog for she don't even know how long--just remembers my grandpa shaking her silly one day asking if the rest of them matter. I was in a fog but a different one, I had a baby hanging from my breast showing me the way. But we woke up from the dream and now have to go on everyday with the foggy memories of our angels. 
