Sometimes people just die, and that's all there is. The elderly die because their bodies give out and their souls are ready to go. But when babies die, no one really understands.
Why, when they have a new soul ready to bloom?
Why, when their bodies are just starting to be functional?
Why, when they're so wanted?
Why, when they're so loved?
There aren't good answers for this, we only have some explanations. Humans are unutterably fragile, and to expect all of them to come out perfectly, right away, and survive, that's just not realistic. And even when they do survive, sometimes they're still gone within the year, breathing stops and doesn't restart in time, and they're gone.
It's so terrible, to be wanted and loved, and still have to leave early. I can't handle being a mother for a few fleeting months, and then having my babies taken away by a God I won't be able to forgive. I don't think I'll be having my own children.
But I can adopt, and at the end of the day I will have a beautiful, perfectly flawed family, will all the love I can muster and then some. I have a chance and I have hope.
Why, when they have a new soul ready to bloom?
Why, when their bodies are just starting to be functional?
Why, when they're so wanted?
Why, when they're so loved?
There aren't good answers for this, we only have some explanations. Humans are unutterably fragile, and to expect all of them to come out perfectly, right away, and survive, that's just not realistic. And even when they do survive, sometimes they're still gone within the year, breathing stops and doesn't restart in time, and they're gone.
It's so terrible, to be wanted and loved, and still have to leave early. I can't handle being a mother for a few fleeting months, and then having my babies taken away by a God I won't be able to forgive. I don't think I'll be having my own children.
But I can adopt, and at the end of the day I will have a beautiful, perfectly flawed family, will all the love I can muster and then some. I have a chance and I have hope.