Sometimes I just feel an overwhelming sadness.
I follow a blog about a couple who lost their baby 1 year ago today. I'll post the link at the bottom if you really care to know. And it amazes me how something like that happens to people, yet they manage to move on. Albeit, not entirely. How could you? And then I remember...
On October 9th of 1993 (I turned 3 in June of that year) my brother Matthew John was born. He had been diagnosed months earlier a trisomy, basically instead of one set of chromosomes, you have 3. You don't recover from it. My brother Matthew was still-born.
And while I was only 3 and I did not attend the funeral, one of my earliest memories is related. I remember playing at a family friend's house, presumably while my mother went to a doctor's appointment. I remember her coming to pick me up and being extremely sad. That's all I can remember, the overwhelming sadness.
Fuck. I'll write more later.
http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trisomy
