Stories of Other Loss
Michael, beautiful Michael
by Shawna Ross, Thornhill, Ontario, Canada
Michael stopped breathing early Saturday morning. He was three years old. I went to the hospital to be there for my best buddy. She didn't want me there. In fact, everyday after that and now, nothing I say or do seems to be right. Oh, I know I don't understand, because first of all, I don't have any children and secondly, none of them died suddenly. I recently saw my best buddy's son buried. I've read each and every story and they have helped. I hope they help my friend because we are like sisters. She wants to die too. I try comforting her, but she won't accept it. In fact, she bites my head off. I'm developing a thick skin because of this. I don't want my buddy to die too. She has so much to live for. She has a six year old daughter that needs her. She also has a husband of seven years who needs her. Michael was her whole life, he was her best friend and when we buried him on Monday, a part of her went with him. I know she will never be the same. I'm not giving up on being there for her. I just get so frustrated. I say things like we were all put on the Earth for a reason. We don't know why, but God has a purpose for all of us. I believe she doesn't believe in God and therefore is an Atheist. So all of the talk of God gets thrown out of the window and she snaps at me. She's not ready to be spiritual, and is not accepting any of it either. I've printed a lot of the stories and I hope that when she reads them she finds some comfort. I will never give up on my buddy. Even if she's giving up which seems to be most of the time. I too was close to Michael. In fact, just like she and I are like sisters, her kids would call me Auntie Shawna. I hold onto my memories of him. I'm sleeping better now. As each passing day it gets better and better. It was on Monday, October 23/00 we buried him. He was too young far too young too die. ....We will never forget you Michael....
....I promise Michael I won't give up on your Mom. I will be there for her every step of the way....
....I need help, she speaks her mind, nothing gets past her....
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