I realize this is so sad to talk about and especially near the holiday season but imagine being them. The people who don’t give up and just keep going. Despite unimaginable losses. Of their children.
My parents have these friends who were blessed with four kids, two girls then two boys. They lost the youngest boy to suicide. Years later the oldest girl to cancer. And recently the older boy in a house fire. They have one child still on this earth. Yet they keep going. They keep living somehow.
Another couple I know had two kids, a boy and a girl. The daughter was diagnosed with cancer when she was around fifteen years old and she fought hard. While she and the parents were in the city, I believe to get the news from the doctor that there was no more they could do, the son was killed in a snowmobiling accident. The daughter passed away within that year as well. These parents keep going, they keep living. They keep getting up in the morning.
It sounds unbearable. Incomprehensible.
I think of these people often. It’s impossible to imagine how they feel, unless you’ve lived it yourself. The worst thing that can happen to a parent is to lose a child and when it happens more than once, how can you ever get out of bed again?
This is something that’s more than admirable to me. They never wanted to find out this way but I think they are cut from a different cloth. They are exceptional human beings.
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