not his time
Perhaps it was time for ayrie to go
Perhaps he only had a limited time on earth, had a job to do, had something to teach me or to teach other
Certainly this seems to be what the vast majority of people say to me
And sometimes I believe it
But right now I am mad
And I am so sad that I canâ€™t see and I can barely breathe
My body heaves with tears as I write this
It wasnâ€™t his time!
How did this happen? Â How did my baby die in a room full of medical professionals??!!!! Â People ask me this all the time and all I can do is look at them with an ache in my heart. Â I have no idea. Â It doesn’t seem right.
Listening. Feeling not even a fraction of your pain. Listening and loving you from afar…
Oh dear, dear Nora . . . He was so alive and I loved him so much. He was your baby. What will we do now?
I’m here for you, for Shiya, for Ian, and for Emily. All we can do is be sad together.
Nora…I can so empathize with what you so poignantly express! When my father died, people said, “He’s in a better place.” I did not and still do not believe that to be true. The best place for him is with the people who love him and where we laugh and argue and struggled through life together–not dead. Though others truly believe that when you die you go to a better place. The why question is so puzzling and so painful.