A short story about a parental grief after loosing a child.
As time passes and people age, death becomes eminent. It is something we can not escape and the only thing we can be sure of besides paying taxes. Whenever we lose a parent, sadness overtake's us. However, within time the grief process will help us to understand that it is was their appointed time to go. But, the untimely death of a child is something a parent can never be prepared for. Whenever a parent dies, their passing requires us to say good-bye to the past. But, when a child dies, we are forced to say good-bye to the future. Communities often react and morn as though the children were part of their extended famalies. Last month, I remember opening the newspaper and reading the obituaries. There, on page 15, section C, column four, was a parents worst nightmare. Stories written about the lives of three deceased children.
I tried to envision how horrible it must have been for the parents, when they learned how the medical personel did everything they could to save their child.. yet, failed. The police said their deaths could have been avoided. None of the families knew one another, yet they were bound by tragedy and circumstance. One young man died in a car accident. Another from a drug overdose. The third, a six year old from a gunshot wound.His friend accidentally shot him with big brothers gun.
Work and play are verbs that seem relative to one another. We all do them, and some prefer one to the other. However,death, is an acronym for "Despite Everyone's Attempt To Help"..... It is a word, that foretells of an end to a circumstance, yet herolds a new beginning into the unknown. Whatever its formal meaning, it seems to portray exactly what we have believed it to mean all along; finality.
Children are gifts to humanity. They are given to us by God to guide, protect and love. They are not ours to covet, they are loaned. Most believe we are here for them, when in fact, they are here for us. They are the teachers of patience, givers of wisdom and the reason for the skip in our step. They are the reasons why we chose to live and why we chose to fight to survive deaths forerunners, called cancer, drug addiction and suicide.
"Time heals all wounds," is a common analogy often used to placate another whenever we are lost for words and as we struggle to find kind words to say following a tragedy.Somehow, it is tomorrows hope that we will survive whatever tragedy has befallen our family. Any parent that has lost a child knows that time is like a diamond ring,and it has many facets. It has the ability to make one wiser, less trusting or older. It can bring with it, promises of a new tomorrow, or another tragedy. It is also a perception of a glass half empty vs. a glass half full. Whatever its meaning, one thing is perfectly clear. Any parent who has suffered this type of loss, will never be the same.
Brooke Jennings is a woman, passionate about educating the public about caregiver abuse/negligence. Since the death of her son, Michael, she has been active in rallying supporters for The Faith Foundation (fighting abuse in today’s healthcare.) She currently resides in Nevada with her husband, two labs and three cats.
Living In A Place Called Beautiful; a true story of abuse and death in healthcare by Brooke Jennings is her own personal account about her beloved sons death at the hands of his caregivers. Although it is not an easy read emotionally, it just might provide you with information you won't find elsewhere. http://www.authorsden.com/authrjenn1
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