James’ Cries of Loss
James would shout, “Mommy!” every night. Mom! His small, heartbreaking tears reverberated throughout his chamber, pulling at the void Charlotte left behind. ‘Daddy’s here,’ I whispered, holding him close and rocking him till the cries became gentle snuffles. I questioned whether I would ever be sufficient for him at those times. When he eventually fell asleep, the house was too quiet, and I was left to think and worry alone.
James’ Cries Of Loss
Eva Steps Up
Even at age five, Eva seemed to mature quickly. She would insist, using her small hands to fold clothing or grab a dish towel, “Dad, I’ll help.” She took care of the simple things, like reminding James to put his shoes on the proper feet or teaching Jonas how to brush his teeth. I was so moved by her maturity that I started crying. I came to the realization that my children were fighting alongside me.
Eva Steps Up
