I was at a girlfriend’s house watching a movie with her mother. We were high school friends and were at each other’s homes quite a lot.

After the movie was over, my friend turned to her mother and said, “What would you or Dad do if one of you were to die?”

I was shocked. I would never have asked my mother something like that, but my friend and her mother had an unusually close relationship.

Her mother thought for only a few seconds. Obviously, she’d considered this before. “If your dad or I were to die, the one who remained would be devastated. We’d be heartbroken. Yet, after time passed, we may very well find someone to spend our later years with. It’s impossible to know, but that’s a possibility.”

Then my friend asked a second question. “But what if one of us kids died.”

The mother was truly taken aback. “Our children are irreplaceable. If something happened to your father or to me, the one who remained would be devastated. We would always grieve, but hopefully we’d make a new life for ourselves.

“But, one of our children.” She shook her head as if the thought brought her world tumbling down around her feet. “There’s no substitute for our children. No, life would never ever be the same again.”

Her answers were beyond the ability of my fifteen-year-old brain to comprehend. Now that I’m a parent myself, I understand what she meant.

Humbrown23:

I was at a girlfriend’s house watching a movie with her mother. We were high school friends and were at each other’s homes quite a lot.

After the movie was over, my friend turned to her mother and said, “What would you or Dad do if one of you were to die?”

I was shocked. I would never have asked my mother something like that, but my friend and her mother had an unusually close relationship.

Her mother thought for only a few seconds. Obviously, she’d considered this before. “If your dad or I were to die, the one who remained would be devastated. We’d be heartbroken. Yet, after time passed, we may very well find someone to spend our later years with. It’s impossible to know, but that’s a possibility.”

Then my friend asked a second question. “But what if one of us kids died.”

The mother was truly taken aback. “Our children are irreplaceable. If something happened to your father or to me, the one who remained would be devastated. We would always grieve, but hopefully we’d make a new life for ourselves.

“But, one of our children.” She shook her head as if the thought brought her world tumbling down around her feet. “There’s no substitute for our children. No, life would never ever be the same again.”

Her answers were beyond the ability of my fifteen-year-old brain to comprehend. Now that I’m a parent myself, I understand what she meant.

As tough as it is to type this, I will try my best, even with trembling fingers.

I lost my lovely 7 year old to the cold hands of death few months ago. Devastation is an understatement. He was my world!

Your question, or say your friend's question to her mother, is something no parents will ever think of. It sounds odd to even consider such a question. Even in the most liberal society, such thoughts are abhorred.

We all wish to pre-disease our offspring, not the other way round. Life has never been the same for me since he died, and will never be. If I raise another child, it will never be the same experience. But the life goes on, I guess. Moving on after such experience is better said than done.

I cried, planned his funeral, then cried more. After his funeral, I tried to do something to immortalize his name. Still undergoing therapy with hope of healing properly.

I'm sorry about your experience, it is a very terrible one

I pray God give you the fortitude to bear this loss even as you continue to heal

injuredman:


As tough as it is to type this, I will try my best, even with trembling fingers.

I lost my lovely 7 year old to the cold hands of death few months ago. Devastation is an understatement. He was my world!

Your question, or say your friend's question to her mother, is something no parents will ever think of. It sounds odd to even consider such a question. Even in the most liberal society, such thoughts are abhorred.

We all wish to pre-disease our offspring, not the other way round. Life has never been the same for me since he died, and will never be. If I raise another child, it will never be the same experience. But the life goes on, I guess. Moving on after such experience is better said than done.

I cried, planned his funeral, then cried more. After his funeral, I tried to do something to immortalize his name. Still undergoing therapy with hope of healing properly.

Omor that question is hard to be dignify with an answer.
I know how I have bn running around with my boy that has bn sick for days now I haven't even rested a bit....let alone death...chai God forbid bad thing.

Yesterday evening I saw a mum running like a madwoman with her sick son probably taking her to see the pharmacist

injuredman:


As tough as it is to type this, I will try my best, even with trembling fingers.

I lost my lovely 7 year old to the cold hands of death few months ago. Devastation is an understatement. He was my world!

Your question, or say your friend's question to her mother, is something no parents will ever think of. It sounds odd to even consider such a question. Even in the most liberal society, such thoughts are abhorred.

We all wish to pre-disease our offspring, not the other way round. Life has never been the same for me since he died, and will never be. If I raise another child, it will never be the same experience. But the life goes on, I guess. Moving on after such experience is better said than done.

I cried, planned his funeral, then cried more. After his funeral, I tried to do something to immortalize his name. Still undergoing therapy with hope of healing properly.

So sorry about your loss! May you be comforted with the hope of resurrection,were death and sickness will be no more.

injuredman:


As tough as it is to type this, I will try my best, even with trembling fingers.

I lost my lovely 7 year old to the cold hands of death few months ago. Devastation is an understatement. He was my world!

Your question, or say your friend's question to her mother, is something no parents will ever think of. It sounds odd to even consider such a question. Even in the most liberal society, such thoughts are abhorred.

We all wish to pre-disease our offspring, not the other way round. Life has never been the same for me since he died, and will never be. If I raise another child, it will never be the same experience. But the life goes on, I guess. Moving on after such experience is better said than done.

I cried, planned his funeral, then cried more. After his funeral, I tried to do something to immortalize his name. Still undergoing therapy with hope of healing properly.

I'm sorry for all you went and going tru... God gat u and Ur family