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A Nightmare Came True
I have been having nightmares lately. Pretty bad ones. All from an experience that I had last month. All about death.
Me dying. My kids dying. Kind of like a bad movie on an endless loop. The nightmares got worse and worse until I just had to admit that I needed help. I needed to sleep and just couldn't so I had to get some sleeping pills for several nights.
Then suddenly the nightmares just stopped. Kind of like they began, they just ended. I considered myself pretty lucky.
However yesterday one of my absolute worst nightmares, the thing that I dread more than anything else, the thing that was keeping me up night after night, came true. But not for me. For someone else.
Shellie Ross, @Military_Mom on Twitter and blogger lost her child yesterday. Her son. Her baby. Her two year old, Bryson Drago Ross died as a result of drowning.
I cried yesterday. A lot.
I cried for her beautiful boy who will never see another birthday.
I cried for Shellie because no mother, no person should ever know that kind of pain.
I cried for their family because no matter what, their lives are forever changed. Many families have a hard time recovering from the death of a child. Some people never recover.
I cried because I wished and prayed so hard that for one moment I could go back in time to fix the unfixable.
I cried because it could have just as easily have been me. It could have been you. It could have been anyone.
It only takes a moment. Kids are fast. They are relentless. They are curious. They are playful.
Mostly I cried because Bryson will never be any of these things again.
My heart is breaking for Shellie. Please pray for her. Please pray for her family. Please Tweet her to tell her that you are thinking of her. Just reach out.