One of the mothers in my online community of babies born in May 2005 lost her child the night before last. I find myself crying in grief for a woman I never knew and a child I never heard laugh. I couldn't imagine what life would be like without Arabis now. The thought of losing her, of my beautiful Evil Dwarf actually dying is unbearable and has been an impossible concept until now, when it has been brought painfully home that it could happen.
She sleeps on my chest, contentedly sighing in her dreams. Wolfie sees I am upset and has come to drape his massive bulk over my shoulders and purr.
I am going to put Arabis to bed and try to get a little work done around the house, but my heart is heavy with love and pain. Mothers weep in solidarity.
As my friend Adrienne always so touchingly says: May his memory be a blessing.