The Child Left Behind

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The story I want to share isn’t about the tragic loss of our daughter, Lily. While many moms have bravely penned their experiences of losing a child, which provided me comfort during my grief, this narrative focuses on our son, Max, who was left behind.

During Lily’s journey, my husband Jake and I were engulfed in a whirlwind of seizures, frantic calls to 911, and ambulance rides. Our once vibrant family life filled with preschool drop-offs and backyard playdates vanished, replaced by hospital visits and treatments. Yet, amid this chaos, we found moments to nurture Max, often in ways we didn’t consciously realize.

One simple act became our refuge: going for strolls. Max has always had a passion for the outdoors, just like me. As a baby, if he cried, we would step outside, sit on the grass, and let nature soothe us. Whether it was the feel of the breeze or watching ants scuttle by, these tiny moments grounded us and brought a sense of calm amidst the storm.

When we moved from our cozy home to a small rental closer to the hospital, those walks became even more vital to our connection. Max would eagerly grab his bright blue Crocs, bouncing with excitement, asking, “Can we go for a stroll now, Mom?”

We took countless strolls during Lily’s life, but one stands out in particular. It had been a tough morning; Lily had a seizure that left us all shaken. While Jake handled the emergency call and organized the hospital trip, I prepared for another visit to Seattle Children’s Hospital. As I stood on the porch, listening to the fading sirens, Max and I heard faint music in the distance. His eyes lit up. “What’s that, Mom?” he asked, dancing to the beat. “I don’t know, but let’s go check it out!” I replied, slipping on my shoes.

Max dashed down the stairs, pulling me along as we made our way to the nearby park. With each step, the music grew louder, and soon, we discovered a lively crowd of people in matching T-shirts walking to the rhythm of a DJ’s playlist. Max jumped right into the mix, dancing without a care in the world, and for a moment, our worries melted away under the bright sun.

I often think about Lily’s unconditional love for Max and how she adored watching him play. She brought a unique depth to our lives, and Max’s innocent belief that she would one day grow up and experience all the joys of life kept us hopeful during her illness. Their bond, even in the face of adversity, was a testament to the love that could grow even in the hardest times.

Now, three years later, we continue to honor Lily’s memory. We welcomed another daughter, Mia, into our family, and Max shares his favorite stories about Lily with her. We feel grateful for our moments together and celebrate the joy that Mia brings into our lives. I count my blessings daily for my sweet Max, the child who remained amidst our heartbreak.

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In summary, this story is a heartfelt reflection on the importance of connection and love even amid grief. It highlights how simple moments can create lasting bonds and memories, reminding us to cherish every experience.