"I had held the hands of the dying and comforted those left behind. I’d heard the desperate screams from mothers and soft wail from fathers as they stood holding their dead child, for the last moments and here I was holding mine."
For years now I have felt no need to share publicly on what has most certainly brought the very most peace through my children’s deaths. My closest friends have heard bits and pieces but this part of my journey has not been something I’ve been willing to share. Until today.