I just heard from the hubby that our friends Vanessa and Oscar have just lost their new born baby boy. He had heart complications and died from cardiac arrest this morning. I can so relate. The hubby and I experienced the same thing just last year. The wound it left us is still raw and healing from the loss is a continuous process for us.
A few weeks from now, it will be our son’s first birth and death anniversary. While their son had lived for a few days, ours only lived for four hours. Four short and agonizing hours. The pain was indescribable. Somehow, I feel they’re luckier than us because he’s their second child while baby Pippo is our first. But then, losing a loved one is the worst tragedy of all that feeling this sense of luck is irrelevant at this time.
To baby Akio, may your soul rest in peace. You’re in God’s hands now. Please say hi to our baby Pippo for us when you see him in heaven. We pray for the fast recovery of your mom and we offer our deepest sympathy and condolences to the rest of your family.
Ang bigat naman sa dibdib. Stories like this always makes me cry.
So true…