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We recently made a very quick trip down to Hilton Head. The kids’ spring break was a pretty busy week for us and we couldn’t take a longer trip.. but I wanted to do something with them and ‘get away’ if only for a minute. My friend took her family to Hilton Head for the week, and I thought it would be an easy get-away, seeing a new area and spending time with our friends.
Dear daughter. I love you more than you know.
These days, when I hear ‘you don’t like me,’ it quickly breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.
Why do you say that? And what have I ever done to make you feel that I don’t like you?
When you are sick, I want to make you well.
I received a call from the PICU around 10:30pm saying that Benjamin had an ‘episode’ and I should come to the hospital as soon as I could. My husband was actually already on his way. I had been in Ben’s room all day, and Rob and I were doing a shift change. He would stay overnight.
It was a Monday.
Mommy, when Ben comes home, I’m going to show him this book.
You’re such a good brother, I would say.
This conversation or something very similar would happen more times than I could count. And probably for at least the six weeks following Ben’s death. This was just one of many questions or innocent thoughts I had from my then three-year-old son about his brother.
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