Luddly Neddite
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No, when Connor died, that was his name, I got a call and said I had better get to the hospital fast. I did, but not in time. His mother came an hour later and I had to tell her. She screamed ane fell to the floor. That was scarey. Then I held him and said "good-bye".
I authorized an autopsy in the hopes it would help other kids someday and asked that all the parts be left to be buried with him.
I then had to console and comort Connor's mother, her parents, my mother (my father was deceased) and arrange for the burial with the help of a very good priest, find a cemetary, pick out a tombstone, have it engraved, and bury my child. it was in April.
My wife's parents decided to take us to Hawaii so we could get our minds of it. I didn't want to go but she couldn't turn them down. I came home three days later. She left me a few months after that. it happens a lot on the death of a child.
I went to the cemetary that December. the kid's section has no raised headstones or groundskeeping purposes. It was flat and a light snow had fallen and there were alot these tiny Chrismas trees in the flower vases and small presents covering with a sprinkiling of snow. The sky was gray. I thought it was the loneliest place in the world.
I fell apart that spring for about two weeks. It had built up.
So no, you are right. I wasn't flying cross country to pull a plug.
I don't believe in angels.
And I would never hit a child under any circumstances, nor will I allow myself to understand why anyone would.
I'm so sorry dreolin. That brought tears to my eyes.
My condolences.![]()
Thank you, Gracie. It was a long time ago.
I remember he was in the hospital for a month before I got that call. It was a shock actually because the day before the Doctors said it looked like he was out of the woods.
Good things come from bad things. I remember one day I was catching the bus home from the hospital and a handicapped (slow) kid started talking to me and for some reason I had always felt a little uncomfortable around the handicapped...but I realized Connor might have some difficulties later on in his life...so I talked to the kid. He was such a nice person. I never again felt uncomfortable around disabled people.
Later, I had another son, his little brother, and I ended up working with the special ed kids at his school. They were being mainstreamed. They really needed a volunteer father and I had a lot of free days so there i was. Connor did that, enabled me to do that.
And I remember his little brother when he was about nine and he ran into some women in wheel chairs while we were grocery shopping and he did something to help them and a overheard them say to each other..."What a nice little boy. It was like he didn't even notice we were in wheel chairs, he treated us so normally." Good things happen.
Thank you again, Gracie. i rarely talk about it. The good memories are more important to me than the bad.
I felt the same way. Had to stop reading and walk around a bit before finishing.
I remember when my dad died, my grandmother said that no parent should every have to bury their child. I thought I understood but it took my own daughter's death to make it really clear.
I won't share anything more about my daughter but some wounds never really heal.