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Hearing about others' experiences can be helpful when dealing with death and bereavement. Do you have a personal experience that you'd feel comfortable sharing with the campaign? If so, let us know...
When is a life cut short, too young? When your child is born, you love, you care, you dream, not for yourself but for the little bundle that you hold in your hands. Your precious cargo starts to grow, so many things happen that you can miss in the blink of an eye. The first smile, the first garbled message; so many firsts; too little time. Before you take your next breath, you suddenly realise that your son is growing and learning and being. The small child that was is now becoming independent; thinking independent, doing independent, making choices, living, loving and laughing.
Then one autumn night, you enter your child's room, a scenario presents itself that you never dreamed possible, not even in your worst nightmare. There by the bed sits the lifeless body of your son. You panic, you cry out, your partner appears from another room. Together, you frantically try to resuscitate a lifeless shell; in desperation you call for help from others; they take far too long to arrive; one second seems like ten minutes, one minute seems like an hour. People take over from you; desperation sets in for them too. No response is all you see, feel, hear; your senses heightened quickly change from panic to despair. Nothing works; nothing is all that is left; numbness sets in, your world changed forever, in a moment of time. When is too young? Suddenly you grow old, in a moment of time.