My heart is heavy with this topic.

No parent should ever have to bury their child.

It says so much, yet fails to fully encompass what that experience is like.  I assume.  I cannot express what that experience is like.  I have watched my own parents bury my brother, so I have perhaps a closer, fuller understanding than most … and I have lived in very real situations when it could have been a possibility for me, so I have perhaps a closer, fuller fear of this than most.

It is a fear tucked away, but just barely.  It surfaces far too often.  It is part of living the heart life.  So many sweet warriors gone too soon.  I grieve and cry and pray and my heart screams on behalf of so many sweet families who have to say that horrible goodbye.

Today, so many days, I remember these heart warriors.  I remember their stories, their battles, their passing.  Each one I hear about affects me in a deep, real way.

I cannot fathom.  I hope I never have to know the experience personally.

For those who have…Know that I remember your heart warrior too.  I love them: their life, their stories.  I know their names.  They will not be forgotten.