There’s no easy way to say this, but this weekend was really, really tough and one of the saddest things I could ever even fathom experiencing. I went up to Philly on Thursday to help out my sister and her husband, Wendy and Justin, and to visit my teeny nephews. Wendy was feeling pretty under the weather so I just helped them with mundane tasks like laundry, cleaning, cooking, taking care of the dog, etc. Then, Saturday early afternoon, the call came. Tristan was not doing well, and was likely not going to make it.
Wendy and Justin had to rush to the NICU, and Justin’s mom, Beth, and I went to meet them shortly after. What followed was one of the saddest and most heart wrenching experiences that I could ever even dream up. Justin and Wendy got to give Tristan his first and last bath, and hold him for the very first time. Their pastor came and baptized him right before he passed, and it was so special to get to be a part of it, but so, so devastating to be there as my sister lost her baby Tristan. Luckily Harper is doing extremely well and we’re hoping that Tristan continues to watch down from above and protect his baby brother. Please, please keep praying and sending positive thoughts and vibes for my sister and her family – – they need it more than ever.
I know this is a very tough topic and something no one wants to even think about, but this blog has served as my journal in a lot of ways to vent my frustrations and share my triumphs, and this is obviously the most important thing to me right now. It feels very weird to be back at work today and have to function like normal after experiencing such a tremendous loss, but I am here and trying to keep trucking along.