My paternal Grandmother, Mary Baker Hudson (1920-2910) buried a baby girl who only lived a few hours.
|Grave of the Infant Daughter of|
Benjamin Allen Hudson (1918-1976) and Mary (Baker) Hudson (1920-2010)
Sumter Cemetery, Sumter, South Carolina
|Grave of Gilbert Ernest Roberts, Jr.|
Quaker Cemetery, Camden, Kershaw, South Carolina
Paternal Great Grandmother, Beulah Mae (Price) Roberts (1897-1980), survived 6 of her 12 children. Three dying in infancy and three dying in WWII.
|Funeral of Roberts Brother's Killed in WWII|
Frances Virginia (McRady) McManus (1856-1903), Great Great Grandmother on my maternal side, buried her twin girls a month apart and then went on to lose two more of her children and a beloved grandchild.
|Death Notice of Grandson Amos|
Sumter Southron and Watchman, 9 April, 1902
This list goes on and on as one goes back in time. Their stories sad and heartbreaking. As these life experiences are discovered my heart reaches out to them wondering how they kept going, How did the mundane tasks of every day get done? How did they go on?
These questions I am now asking of myself. For you see, as of this past weekend, I am joining the ranks of women who have been faced with the enormous trial of losing a child. My 12-year-old son has been diagnosed with a brain stem tumor.
Cancer. Inoperable. Terminal.
With the great examples before me, I will go on. There are others to take care of including myself. A child to show a lifetime of love to and make memories with.
Wonderful family and friends will be there to support and sustain me in what will be one of the hardest trials any parent can face.
Learning how to say goodbye too soon.