I Still Find it Hard to Believe
I still find it hard to believe that I can’t go over to my sister-in-law’s house and just pick up my little nephew. When I received the call that he had been found wedged between his mattress and the wall and had stopped breathing, I was so sure that he would come out of it and be okay. Instead, however, my poor brother and sister-in-law found themselves contacting Funeral Homes the next day. The empty ache I am feeling is incredibly intense, and I can’t imagine how much it must be magnified in his parents. If I didn’t have a strong belief in the afterlife, I don’t think I would ever quit crying.
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