July 8, 2002

• Follow-Up Blog

  
  

  There were so many spin-off events from Patrick's birth, I wouldn't even know how to begin to list them.  Becky's career change to nursing was a pretty big one.  I reconnected with my spirituality, though, after his birth/death... and that totally changed my world, and so much for the better.

  
  

  Michael and I went our separate ways... but he called me one day, about 5 years ago, and said that he and his wife were expecting a baby boy.  He asked if it was okay if he named their baby Patrick.  This was such a considerate thing!  I said I was thrilled for him and his wife, and thought it'd be wonderful if they named their son Patrick, and they did.  The little guy's about to start kindergarten now.

  
  

  As I looked through my small memory book today, I came across a few things.  Don't feel obligated to read this... I'm just blogging for my own mental health. 

  
  

  The second page of Becky's poem, titled "For The Love of Susan"... I lost the first page early on. 

  
  

  
  

  And so I find resolve
  That I need not know why
  Only that I live
  And there should be glory in this alone
  And I know this
  For the love of Susan.

  
  

  Then there was one I found somewhere, and kept:

  
  

  
  

  Love does not come in sizes;
  It cannot be measured by the length
  Of a life.
  
  All the pain and sorrow in your heart
  Is there because you have loved.
  Don't turn away from your child's
  Brief moment with you;
  Trust your broken heart.
  
  In time, you will know its wisdom;
  Love is stronger than death.

  
  

  A card from Michael's mom.  She wrote:

  
  

  
  

  Dunno how to express it, but I think you are very special to have had Mike's son.  We are so sorry, but I know (these three words are crossed out) heck I don't know nothing, just feel awful, but that too will pass, give us time.  Enclosed few bucks.  Wish was more.  Take care of yourself & Jimmy.  Love, Corkey B.

  
  

  From Michael's grandmother, who passed away last year:

  
  

  
  

  Hi!  There!  So proud to know your doing alright.  My!  Goodness!  You've been through enough now for awhile.  Truely hope nothing else comes up.  (She discusses things happening in her town)  I speck Jimmy is excited about going to school?  I took Michael on his first day to school and at the bus every evening when he got off.  You take care now.  Everything's gonna be alright.  From Granny and Tinker (her dog)

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