Happy Birthday to our little Benjamin who on August 5, 1983, after only twenty-two minutes with us, went escorted by angels back to his Father.
August 5, 1983, at 4:12 in the afternoon…the soul of our beautiful and precious newborn son happily and peacefully left the DeKalb Regional hospital delivery room with two angels. He never saw me…his mother. But I saw him.
In 1983 my husband and I learned we were going to have our third child. We already had a thirteen-year-old daughter and an eleven-year-old son. We were much surprised and cautiously pleased.
All went well during the pregnancy. Our church gave us a beautiful gift party. And a sweet nursery was in place awaiting its little occupant. But our little son was born and lived only twenty-two minutes. Words can’t describe the emotional pain and heartache of giving birth to the little life and then watching him die.
While the doctors and nurses worked to save his life, I turned my head and saw two angels standing against the delivery room wall on my left. And, no, I’m not delusional! One was a young man whom I had seen years…
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