My Thoughts

by George6395

Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1998

This poem my father sent to me, It was in a newspaper article, it really touched me, My beloved son BRANDON JOHN GEORGE just passed away from SIDS on 9-8-98, he was 9months and 11days. I do not get it, I do not understand this, I have so many questions, my husband and I tried a year to have him, and when he was born I thanked God, thank you God for this perfect little baby, Brandon is and was our entire world, I lived and breathed him, I never thought that SIDS was a danger not after 6 months, Brandon was just learning how to stand up by himself, say HIIII, to mommy and daddy, he was fine, I do not get it, how can this happen for so long and no one know ANYTHING. It is SIDS b/c there was nothing wrong, he was totally healthy, what is that all about, everyday is a living hell, and you know people think well have another baby that will solve it or they avoid me, avoid talking about my son BRANDON JOHN, my life my soul. My gosh, how do people go on, I really do not know, does anyone? Anyway, I just thought this poem was appropriate

Remembering

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one who died, you know
Don't worry about hurrying me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show
Don't worry about making me cry
I am already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears i try to hide
I'M hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending he did not exist
I would rather you mention my child
knowing that he has been missed
You asked me how I was doing
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime.

- Elizabeth Dent