Whenever emotions threaten to overwhelm me, once the crying has finally subsided, I’m able to remember that I’m in good company. I pray for the mothers who have come before me who have lost a child and I cry for the mothers who are unaware that this kind of suffering awaits them, patiently. How blessed I was to never entertain the notion of this kind of loss. When my world once again expands beyond my self and I’m able to be a little more objective, I’ll remember that there are so many souls in pain much greater than mine. They are legion.  But tonight I cry.  For my son.  For Mason.

For certain is death for the born and certain is birth for the dead; Therefore over the inevitable thou shouldst not grieve. – Bhagavad Gita