Thursday, May 23, 2013

When Our Children Die

Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of the death of Joey Johnson.  Joey died unexpectedly, in the night, of a complication of epilepsy which I think his parents didn't even know existed.  His mother Karen writes eloquently about what it's like, at five years ~ or, at least, something of what it was like yesterday.
Zachary Shuck died nearly a year ago of suicide.  His father John also writes eloquently of what it's like at that point ~ or, at least, something of what it was like at 3:00 this morning.
I generally feel both ways.  Usually at the same time. 


  1. Wrenching, Robin. I continue to so ache for you and all the pain and sorrow. Much love. Rosa

  2. Both Karen and John wrote very eloquently and I wept for them and for you and for all whose children are no longer with them.