When I was 20 1/2 years old I had lost a child to SIDS, at one point I had to force myself to visit my son on what would have been his 1st birthday, I remember sitting by his headstone (this was a designated area of the cemetery for children) just looking at the writing on it, trying not to break down.
I then heard children laughing, as I looked up I saw all over this particular part of the cemetery all kinds of children, laughing and playing, some were jumping rope, tossing a ball, doing cartwheels, and the babies I saw were sitting on blankets playing in the manner only babies can, I looked over my shoulder to see if my parents saw this, they along with their car weren't there, I looked back and the children were still there.
I wasn't scared, so I tried looking for my son, and found him, sitting on a blanket, playing with a toy, and as if he knew I was looking, he looked up an right at me, giving me this incredible smile and he squeeled happily, I knew that in someway I was being presented with a "gift" to be able to see my son again, though he wasn't alive, to feel the joy a mother has flooded back.
I still miss him and he'd be 20 this December, and since seeing my son all those years ago, I now have visions of him, and each time, he's older the last I saw him he was 16, seeing him gives me comfort and his death doesn't "hurt" as much anymore.
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