When we lived in Seattle, we shared a building (Primary & Young Men/Women) with a neighboring ward. I found out a few weeks ago, that a young family had their nine-month-old son pass away. I have been sick to my stomach thinking about them and remembering that feeling and hurt. I hate imagining other's feeling that same loss and helplessness that we felt. I was grateful to have been able to see this young mom, and hug her and talk to her. I felt bad that I squeezed her so hard. I just wanted to squeeze away some of her hurt. My heart hurt, as I thought of the pain that she was experiencing and reflected on my pain of two and 1/2 years ago. I'm so thankful for the comfort we were blessed with.
14 MONTHS 8 DAYS
Today is the day where Brady has now outlived Andrew. It gives me some anxiety but does help me to appreciate this boy and every whine, hug, and mess. It gives me a good reason to reevaluate life and remember how much it can change overnight. I can't get enough of our kids at this age.