Stories of Lost Children
My Little Saint Nick
by Cristina, Pawtucket, RI, U.S.A.
My baby boy's name was Nicholas he would have been four years old on December 26th. I still do not believe he is gone, It feels like a nightmare. I came home from work one afternoon and I have never seen my son so eager to hug me. It's like he almost knew. He must of been sick, but never complained; we never knew. He suddenly complained of a "boo boo" in his tummy. I became concerned and called his doctor when suddenly he stopped breathing and went into cardiac arrest. I immediately called 911 and we then lost him in the hospital. I felt like everything had been drained out of me, and all I could do was wish I was with him. I know my boy is watching over us, and he sent us a beautiful gift. On May 13th, his beautiful baby sister Makayla was born. She was a miracle and gift from up above that we did not expect!!! Nicholas, Mommy, Daddy and Makayla love you and miss you very much. Keep watching over all of us!!!
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