“I just lost my middle one, he was 16 months old”…

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“I have 3 children… had 3. I just lost my middle one, he was 16 months old”… I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t seen her in 5 years. She was smiling and it was genuine. Her husband was smiling too and they had a playful banter between them, passing their 8 month old back and forth. I didn’t understand. How could they be smiling? “I can’t imagine your loss”, I said, “Do you mind if I ask how?” She responded casually, “He had a rare form of cancer in his brain. We had lots of sleep overs until he passed.” My heart sank trying to imagine this with my middle one. I don’t think I would survive. I feel pain when one of them scratches a knee or has a fever. How do some bounce back from such tragedy and recover so strong? Why are some so resilient while others grieve, resent, or suffer for years? Their peace and happiness was authentic. Even their 5 year old bounced around as if life was as exciting and as fun as ever… I told her, her strength is commendable. She said, “We relished in the time we had. My oldest misses him alot, he was her playmate, but we did all we could”… There was no drama in her voice, no blame, no anger. “Jodi, people complain about so many things, so many things that really don’t matter. I listen and think, wow you have no idea… all of it can be gone tomorrow.” #nowords #liveintoday #begrateful

About Jodi Healy

Mother, Author, World Traveler Philanthropist, and Blogger in the Quest for Truth, Happiness, & Enlightenment... jodihealy.com
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