Even Though He Is Gone He Is Not Forgotten
To watch the life slowly slip away from your baby, to see the doctors and nurses try to do everything to save his life, even though he was able to be resuscitated still did not mean he would live to see another second, minute, day, week, or month. Little did my husband, children, or I know that on the morning of February 13, 1991 it would be the last time our son, their brother would be at home. None of us knew that on February 14,1991 at Elgeston Childrens Healthcare Hospital, God would his little angel my son Willis Xavius home to be with him.
No parent when they bring when they bring a child into this world expects to have to bury their child, we as parents always think our children will have the task of preparing for our funeral and burying us. But as we know death has no age we are born, we live, and we die, we just have to accept it know matter how much it hurts. Willis Xavius was born on May 2nd, 1990 at 2:30 pm. He came into this world as any other baby kicking, screaming and ready to eat. He was a happy, jolly little baby boy with the most precious little eyes I ever seen, when you looked them it was as though you was looking into his soul and his eyes was always bright and happy looking. He grew as a normal baby does, only difference between him and my other children was that he started doing things early then they did. By nine months this little fellow had started walking, we use joke and say he was trying to keep with his siblings. All his check-ups were fine he never even had an ear infection not even a cold. But all that changed suddenly on February 13th, 1991 around four that morning.
As I was feeding him he threw his formula back up, I wait for about an hour and tried again and he did the same thing. So I told my husband after got the children ready for school once they left we would take him to the emergency room. As we all were preparing to leave the house together, his sisters and brothers...
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