Shhhh…he’s sleeping

From my journal dated June 6, 2002:

Oh, wow! I was getting ready to go to school this morning, closing my bedroom door and the door to the computer room. I realized I was closing them quietly so as not to wake up whoever might be left sleeping. Then I realized I was closing them quietly for Jason – he would have been the only one not up yet on a normal day!

Thinking about my kids, taking them into consideration – it’s what I do. They are all so much a part of my heart that it just made me feel…well…amputated isn’t quite the right or strong enough word or concept…skewered through the heart, that’s for sure. I automatically think about each of them and their needs.

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About Rebecca Carney - One Woman's Perspective

My name is Becky Carney. My husband, Joe, and I have been married for 42 years. We have two living children, Eric (38) and Jenna (33). We lost a baby in utero at 19 weeks in 1987. In 2002, our middle son, Jason (19), and his best friend, Alina (20), were broadsided by a drunk driver who was going at least twice the speed limit. They both died instantly. This blog is written from my perspective as a bereaved parent. I don't claim to know what it's like to walk in anyone else's shoes. Each situation is different; each person is different. Everyone handles grief differently. But if I can create any degree of understanding of what it's like to be a parent who has lost a child, then I have succeeded in my reason for writing this blog.

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