“I brought my daughter into the world and took her out of it.” As I held Deborah’s hand as she took her last breath, I was both sad and relieved. My beautiful whirlwind of a girl was gone, and so was her pain.
It’s hard to be a mom to a dead child every day, but tomorrow is especially hard. Even though one of my children has died, I’ll always be a mom of three. But today, I’m thinking about my 16-year-old and 14-year-old grandchildren, Hugo and Eloise, who have lost their wonderful mother, It’s not okay for them to send her a card or gift or just let her hug them.
