“See, I didn’t meet him. He’s the only one I ever want to go through this life with. We may not have forever, but even if we had just one more moment under that sky, I will have won every gamble I’ve ever made.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“See, I didn’t meet him. He’s the only one I ever want to go through this life with. We may not have forever, but even if we had just one more moment under that sky, I will have won every gamble I’ve ever made.”
“I was 26 years old; I was married, and I had found out my husband had cheated on me. We had been together for seven years, married for two, and were in the process of trying for a baby. My whole life completely turned upside down. But because of this experience, it has helped me shape into the person I am today.”
“After Jamie died, I found out we were expecting. We were pregnant. Only the ‘we’ was just me now. No one told me not to do it. No one tried to make me feel bad.”
“My nurse came into my room and put a chair beside me with tears in her eyes. ‘You’re dying. Do you want to call anyone?’ I sent a text to my family and close friends. They had no clue I was saying goodbye. ‘Your chances of waking up are 1 in 100.’ Before they put me under, I prayed a quick prayer.”
“He has no one to talk or walk with. ‘Hi!’ my daughter said. Some people find this endearing, others are annoyed. The smile that spread across his face… I’ll carry it with me forever.”
“Surviving the suicide of my first love and my kids’ father was a twist I never thought my life would take. But here we are, three years later, still living on after the whiplash of the tragedy which changed our lives forever.”
“A couple of months until the deployment, the news hit. Things were getting bad. My husband wouldn’t have the chance to come home for the birth of his daughter. I didn’t know what it meant for my baby. I still continue to do my job. I made a commitment.”
“One of the people who provided the opportunity for my life to be formed, didn’t want to parent me. Didn’t want to know me.”
“They were always something I had tried to hide. I tried my best to explain them to her curious 5-year-old heart. Her big, wet hug let me know that although her age only equaled the number of fingers on her tiny hands, she understood.”
“I let her go. That all sounded like a pretty sh*tty existence, right? Then they proceeded to say she had a stroke. As I watched my daughter die, all I wanted was to trade places with her. I wanted to take the pain away. So, I let her go.”