Sawyer’s Sock
August 4, 2011 at 9:48 pm | Posted in Grief, mourning | 5 CommentsTags: child loss, death, life after loss, Sawyer
I walked back into our room the morning that Sawyer died. In the middle of the floor was a single sock. I had changed him out of that pair of socks before he went to sleep.
I had dropped the sock the night before. The other sock, along with the rest of Sawyer’s and the twin’s laundry had all been washed.
I have a confession. I carry this sock around with me. I have had it with me since that awful day Sawyer died. One day I lost it at the playground. I frantically went back to search for it and luckily found it. Today I forgot the sock. I called home and asked Evan to make sure that I had not lost it. He sent me the picture above of the sock in my drawer. I forgot my wallet today too but that is a different story.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That
myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts.
That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for
grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
Robert Fulghum
I so miss those sweet little feet . . .
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A Mourning Mom 
Love to you. xo
Comment by kelcey— August 4, 2011 #
love you!! and looking forward to see you reallysoon!
Comment by SusanFB— August 5, 2011 #
Dahlin’ Thinking of you. I believe that even if the sock is not with you, Sawyer is…always.
Love you,
Amy
Comment by Amy Johnson— August 5, 2011 #
Ditto. Sawyer is always with you, with or without the sock. Love you
Comment by Daphne— August 5, 2011 #
Your children are always with you my dear friend. You carry them in your heart. Sending hugs.
Comment by Kristen— August 5, 2011 #