Monday, June 6, 2011

The great gift of friendship

Friends...the gift one has when the world around you feels empty. Especially in a world where you feel as if your most treasured gifts have been taken away. We spent Friday night at an event for a family that lost their son a few weeks back. He missed his 4th birthday by days and sounded like a boy with a spirit that could
light up a room. I sat at this event and watched the hundreds of people that rallied in his honor, many of them who never had the honor to meet him or his parents. Some there because their hearts were broken from a near and dear loss, some there because of a desire to do something, and then the some that touch my heart every day. These some were there because they remember, they remember, how the loss of our sweet munchkin rocked our home and rocked our community. They remember the visible anguish we felt and can still see the anguish deep within our souls. They, like Mark and I, want to take just one ounce of that pain away from those parents, their friends, cousins, or grandparents. So whether we knew them or not, we were touched today by another angel. Because while it's been almost 20 months, the wounds are still raw and every scene reminds us of what it's like to lose your most treasured gift. And in our case, what it was like to
lose our sweet baby girl, Taylor Paige.


Bud and Leo said...

Katie, I just want you to know that you and Mark are always on my mind and in my heart. I'm in awe of your strength and inspired by your constant journey to honor your precious baby girl.

Kelli Medina

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Marie Pauley said...

Dear Mommy & Daddy,
I am so sorry for the loss of your sweet little angel. I myself have been in a strangle hold by SIDS. I lost my 3 1/2 month old grandson, Ricky almost 20 years ago. The pain and screaming of my son and his wife that morning that they found him unresponsive will never go out of my mind. They lived with us at the time and I know you'll understand that I just started running down the street screaming. The tragedy, unfortunately, was too much for my son and his wife to bare. Their marriage fell apart and my son has never been the same. I often wonder how things would have turned out if this never would have happened. It's hard enough to handle a death but when it's a baby, your baby, it seems like that dread always hangs around somewhere in the back of your mind.
I offer you my support and any comfort you may need. I'll write again another time. Too much for me now.
May God Bless you all
Marie email: