one of us

They say that one cannot die from a broken heart. I do not concur. Our precious Becky has suffered a loss that serves as a nightmare for mothers everywhere. A parent having to bury a child is just so unfathomably sad. Yet, while I know little James is safe and not suffering, I grieve. I grieve for Becca's loss, her heart-broken-ness. I grieve the fact that things will never be the same for her, James and Makaylee. I grieve the loss of innocence.
As I stood there, surrounded by family, I realized that baby James was born one of us. There are different kinds of us - friends-us, coworkers-us, family-us. As a family, I feel there can never be enough or too many of us. We lost one of us. Nothing makes that better.