There are times when nothing makes sense, and no matter what you do it will never make sense. Elizabeth’s birth was one of those times. It was the end of June. We were anxiously waiting. And everything was prepared and in place, or so we thought. But when she arrived, softly, she was silent. She couldn’t say what she wanted or needed. We didn’t know, and we couldn’t provide it. We had assumed a lifetime, forgetting that lifetimes are sometimes measured in days. Elizabeth stopped for a short visit. And when she did, all understanding was lost. And everything changed.
Peggy Gerber
16/4/2021 03:05:38 pm
A beautiful, heartbreaking story. Sometimes life makes no sense.
Jennifer Duncan
16/4/2021 03:44:43 pm
Very poignant. Life leaves us with many questions, and scars.
Krystyna
16/4/2021 04:27:45 pm
Sad truth for many parents. A “short visit” that remains long in the hearts of the visited. Excellent writing, Jim.
Swapan k Banerjee
16/4/2021 05:02:00 pm
Aching prose.
Pamela Kennedy
16/4/2021 05:34:01 pm
The most sad of moments and memories....well done, Jim.
Jim Woessner
16/4/2021 10:12:46 pm
Thank you all. Every so often I go to a bench in the Marin Headlands with Elizabeth's name inscribed and just sit there, usually trying to think of a story to tell, often just absorbing the vibes of the headlands.
Swapan k Banerjee
17/4/2021 06:10:05 pm
The book on Elizabeth is already in the making. Let's know when it sees the light of day, Jim.
Sue Clayton
17/4/2021 03:00:04 am
This was raw, Jim. I felt your pain. No matter how short their physical time with us they always live in our hearts.
Sivan Pillai
17/4/2021 04:57:21 am
Very touching story, Jim.
Kim Favors
17/4/2021 08:38:37 pm
This pulled me in, allowing me to feel my own pain as I read of yours. Thank you for this important experience.
Susan F. Reid
19/4/2021 09:53:58 pm
Sad.
William George Sells
21/4/2021 12:34:44 pm
"We had assumed a lifetime, forgetting that lifetimes are sometimes measured in days." That's good stuff! Comments are closed.
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