By Karen Kinley
We had such big plans.
Fifteen years of friendship. Each with a young son. Our second babies were due the same month. We envisioned many more years full of playground trips, birthday celebrations, and Christmas cookie-baking.
One Tuesday evening, the phone rang. “There’s been an accident.”
Even before I stepped off the hospital elevator into a sea of tear-streaked faces, I knew. I learned the doctors had cut the baby from your womb while you were sleeping.
You had a son—a miracle—who lived.
Twelve days after your funeral, I gave birth to a daughter.
I named her after you.
Beautifully done.
Thank you. She was a special person.
Heartbreaking. You captured this beautifully
Thank you. Miss her every day.
Wonderful, it gave me goosebumps!
Thank you. Goosebumps are good! I hate that it’s a true story.
So much emotion in just 101 words.
Thank you. It was cathartic to write!
It’s good that her children will have someone in their lives who can tell them how wonderful she was. May her memory be a blessing to all of you.
Her babies have had many, many people over the years tell them how wonderful she was! ??
Heartbreaking but really lovely
Thank you so much.