Actually, that child died, it wasn’t lost.
My daughter was 19 when we lost her to suicide. I don’t believe there’s a pain worse than losing a child. It’s been a month shy of four years and I still wake up some days thinking it was a horrible dream.
Don’t worry... God recycles.
It’s all ok in the grand scheme of things.
My condolences to all who have buried a child. I cannot imagine the pain.
Prayers to all.
My parents got married in 1966 and a year later my mother gave birth to twins, Siobhan and Seamus. About four months later Seamus died of what at the time was called ‘crib death’. I came along 13 years later as a little surprise, and while my mother showed nothing but love for me as I grew up there was always a bit of a barrier to her affections, as if she was afraid to invest the same love in me as she did with her son. Which is probably why I grew up being daddies girl. But to this day, Seamus is not a topic easily brought up within the family.
I had no idea so many FReepers had lost a child. I lost my daughter at age 15. Grief is a burden that must be borne alone but empathy can be carried by many.
We lost our 36-year-old daughter three years ago, a loss which is slightly assuaged because we so enjoyed her presence here at home during her first twenty-seven years before her marriage, and further so because through her we have gained a wonderful son; but primarily because we have the priceless consolation of certainty that we will be reunited with Joanna in heaven because each of us has repented of our sins, gratefully accepted Jesus’s sacrificial atonement on our behalf, and so been born again to eternal life with Him.