My world came to a screeching halt today when my child told me that my grandchild has a debilitating disease that will take him from us, in all likelihood, before their 25th birthday, possibly sooner.
My heart is breaking for my grandchild's parents and siblings, but also for myself...this sweet grandchild is only a toddler, coming into their own and developing a wonderful personality. Bright smile, infectious laugh, the whole package. How in the world do we cope, knowing we will only have a limited time with this joyful creature???
How do we get past the shock of such a heart-rending diagnosis, knowing there is no cure???
I worry for his parents even more--I can only imagine how awful it will be that they know of the time constraints as well, and are equally powerless to do anything about it.
I met an elderly lady a couple years back, and as I got to know her, she told me about losing 2 of her 3 children at young ages. With the youngest one, they found out that he would probably wouldn't live to become a teenager. He passed at the age of 10.
While she was telling me this, she started tearing up, and while I felt so bad for her, I didn't quite 'get it.' It was like she was reliving it, all those 50+ yrs ago...I remember her telling me how awful it was to love someone, a child, knowing they were destined to die soon, and I couldn't imagine being faced with that. I didn't get it, even though I know that grief has no time frame or limits. I didn't understand why she was crying so many years later, but then remembered that I still cry over the loss of an aunt in 1974 who was very dear to me.
I don't know how she managed, all these years, living with THAT kind of grief--her own child. I get it now, though, Lana, and I feel worse that you are still grieving your losses. But how in the world do you manage to go on? How did you maintain a happy persona and not burst into tears whenever you were around your child, because you know the last thing you want is for them to see you cry all the time? How do you hug them and be able to let go, knowing you might not have that much time with them, and every hug could be your last?
Somebody, please tell me how...
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