Welcome,
my friends, to the group, the boo-hoo club, a support system, someone who
really knows.
We might dress
differently, act and think differently, and maybe have never spoken two
words to each others had we not been thrown into the same despair...that
common bond.
A union of
bleeding souls, pathetic stories and forever memories. A gaining
of friendship from the unfair, tragic loss we share.
We call this
our new friendship. Even our nearest, dearest friends of many years
cannot feel what you and I do. And so we are friends.
If only I could
have my baby back, I'd promise to still be your friend. We share
something awful. We pour our emotions and crazy thoughts upon one
another.
We are immortal
humans, unlike the rest, unworthy of such. It is a natural instinct
of our being that we desire what we do not have or may never have.
But for us friends...our want and desire for our precious little buds will
never reality again in this lifetime. We feel this. We are
friends.
Had you not
experienced this emptiness, could I accept your trust - a part of friendship.
In memory of their blessed birth and life we join now in the circle of
friendship.
My friends,
I am sorry that we had to bond, but grateful for you.
A needy friend,
Sherie Bradshaw
SIDS Mom
