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.