It’s a matter of faith. Bottom line. As I sat and watched the emotional destruction illuminated on the parents face I felt my own heart leap in my chest. Their world crashed, their hopes, their dreams, and their very life as they knew it ended with those words. The responsibility of telling parents that their child is dead is not something I would wish on anyone. What devastating news to hear, what devastating news to have to report. As a parent myself I feel for both parents, the months and years ahead stretch on to eternity. It is an indescribable pain that only numbs the heart through the years, one never forgets, only learns ways to cope with the loss.
As a Child Life Specialist and Counselor I see firsthand how not only children but parents and nurses and doctors deal with terminal illness. Everyone deals with it differently. Some become angry at God, some lose their hope and faith, some disconnect to their emotions entirely, seeking healing in the bottom of a bottle of whiskey or the bottom of a prescription bottle of pills to help them cope. Some accept the pain and find peace in the fact that Heaven gained an angel where their child will never have to feel pain again but will be waiting for their loved ones to cross over to the other side when their time comes.