Precious Jewel, Tyson

by Betty
(Clinton, Ut USA)

There came into my life 2 years ago, a beautiful baby boy. My first precious grandson. Oh, how his eyes shined when he looked at me. He would smile and coo. When done babysitting on a Saturday, I asked, "when I could babysit him again?"
"Next week" was the reply.
I couldn't wait.
Then Tuesday night I got a hysterical phone call from my son. He said something was wrong with Tyson. Then wailed, "He might be dead!"
I prayed and begged God all the way to the hospital that he would be ok. And that my son would be ok.
It was not to be. Tyson my little grandson.
SIDS stole him away.
The process of trying to bring him back was gruesome. I was dry eyed for my son to comfort him best I could. Then I would go out into the hospital corridor and drop to my knees and wail.
This process proceeded through the night as I HAD to teach my son to touch and then hold the wonderful body and say good-bye.
It's been a year and a half and I can't say good-bye. No one wants to hear about hard feelings.
How, If ever, do I say good-bye?