child loss

Why Mine?

Quiet Ground

09 May 2025 — 1 min read

As Mother’s Day approaches, I can’t help but think… why did it have to be my child? Why did my son have to die?

While I’m deeply grateful I got to be his mom, the pain is, at times, unbearable. I miss him so much. I want him here with me. I want his sister to have him here with her. I would have loved to watch their relationship bloom—to see what they’d fight about, what they’d laugh about, what adventures they’d go on together. I wonder about all the moments that could have been between the two of them.

When my daughter was born, I was so excited for my son to be a big brother. I found comfort in the thought that they’d have each other for life. It never even crossed my mind that there would come a time when that wouldn’t be possible.

While my heart aches beyond words, it also holds a love that’s just as vast—for both of them. I am so grateful to be their mom.

Happy Mother’s Day.

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