10 Years – I Remember
Today marks the 10-year anniversary of my son Noah’s death. 10-years.
I’m not really sure how I survived for this long, but I have. In some areas of my life I have thrived, others not so much. Early on, the despair was so profound, I didn’t think I would survive the next 10 minutes. Despair so deep that it can only be understood by those that have experienced it.
I can remember everything that happened that day like it was yesterday. I remember driving to the hospital. I remember being in the hospital room. I remember watching as he stopped breathing. I remember the look on my wife’s face. I remember the kindness of the chaplain that was there with us. I remember the feeling of my heartbreaking. I remember holding Noah. I remember saying goodbye. I remember handing him to the nurse. I remember watching as she walked out of the room knowing I will not see him again here on earth. I remember knowing that my life would never be the same again.
I deeply miss my baby boy. My beautiful baby boy Noah.