(raises a glass) I remember Ian, too. Your son has touched many widespread lives, and I’m sure that those of us who have children (and those of us who do not, but have others that we love), have taken a moment out of their day to think about who they have lost and who is left behind. This is Ian’s legacy - to make us all more aware of the preciousness of our existence and the existence of our loved ones.
Thank You.
BTW. Here are the lyrics to “Spring” by the John Butler Trio.
To spend your entire life, however brief, experiencing nothing but love and affection is truly a miracle. And to be remembered, world-wide, is a testament that your life did indeed matter.
To Ian!
Oh Tokyo, I am so sorry. I understand your pain having been in the same situation almost 6 years ago. I, too, held my son as he took his last gasping breaths, trying to live though his body wasn’t ready for the world. Please know that you, your wife, your whole family, and especially your lovely Pough are in my thoughts and (if you’ll have them) prayers. If you ever need a virtual shoulder to cry on, please PM me. Hold your wife close, cry with her and together you will survive.
It cuts a wound into everyone at the time. But those wounds heal over time for many.
Not so for the parents. The wound runs deep and leaves a permanent scar.
March 12, 2005 our twin daughters Ally & Emma were born at 23 weeks. Too small for this big world they passed in our arms less than 3 weeks later.
It changes you. It changes how you perceive things. Changes your whole outlook.
Our son turned 2 this summer. His older sisters would have been 3.
When I take him to daycare in the morning I often see a set of twin sisters being dropped of by their mother. They are about 3. I hope the mother doesn’t notice me staring sometimes.
I need to stop reading this thread or my co-workers are going to wonder what’s wrong with me.
I just want to hug all of you that have lost children. I can’t even imagine how that feels, and I’m not likely to ever know. But I feel for you, regardless.
I’m here with you all. Can’t find words today to express myself, but I’m here.
There was a time when Ian was; and he was loved; and all eternity is too short to erase that.
I once saw a rather odd movie that had a song in it, written by one of the minor characters, that I found really beautiful. I don’t remember all the words. But some of it went like this:
*Some have a lifetime,
Some just a day.
Love isn’t something you measure that way…
xxxxxxxxxxx
…there’s only the time between
“Hello” and “Goodbye”*
Ian had a lifetime of love, and his little sister will too. That’s all that counts.