On my way back from the Jacksonville Airport the other day, I had to go through Waycross. Every time I go through Waycross, I have to stop and visit Timothy's grave.
As I stood there, I realized that that might be the last time I ever had that chance so it was very special to me. But then, Timothy was a very special baby and taught his Aunt Carol many things about life and death and I will be eternally grateful for that.
I watched ER last night and the storyline pointed out something very interesting. When you lose your parents, you are and orphan. When you lose a spouse you are a widow or widower. There is no word to describe when you lose a child.
ReplyDeleteThe word would be "heartbroken".
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