With Love In My Heart

Today I find myself counting my blessings, once again. The world has lost another angel. 

I administer a group on Face Book called, "Liver Mommas". Many of the people I know in the transplant community are members of this group. They aren't just mothers but parents and care givers of children with terminal liver disease. I don't know all these people personally but they are a brave, strong and amazing group of people who support each other and share a common link... their children are terminally ill and require a liver transplant or have received one, to save their life.

Today, I am posting in memory of Kyle Babcock, only a new born baby, born just over two weeks ago. He was waiting for his transplant and just could not hold on any longer. 

When any child passes, it is a tragedy but, for some reason, when it is a child waiting for a transplant, it effects me in a deep, profound way that I cannot explain. I do not know this family or this child personally, but I have not been able to stop crying since I heard of his passing. 

I think it throws me back to a time when I sat in a hospital room, fighting against the thought that death was a possibility. I think, maybe, it forces me to think of how fortunate we are and how close Kai was... I also think I feel a bit of guilt for being so fortunate. Why did my child survive when someone else's did not? 

I want to help. I want to find words that will ease their suffering. I want to reach out but I feel like they are in a place I can't reach. Yes, I am fortunate. I am grateful... And I ache for this family and their loss. With love in my heart, I reach out and hope that my words and support can offer a little bit of comfort for them in this dark time.