I took this from an old journal dated 3/5/89
I remember it was Easter 1980; My first born was an 8 month old baby. We were staying at the Prince of Wales hospital, Sydney, she was having tests one of many. I fell in love with a child of 4, a boy, limp like a broken doll, his eyes dull not moving, his face grey.His skin wrinkled and old, his small frail body still, no sound from him, his skin purple.
His mother’s eyes were red and sore from too many tears. She sat looking, holding him, she did not understand!
“Why him? Why him? Why not me?”
Her heart was full of love, her eyes were full of agony,
the child, her little boy of 4 was gone.
I mostly remember the eyes
The child’s eyes,
The mother’s eyes,
Dry from too many tears
From sadness, not laughter
This child I knew, I spoke with his mother, he was her only son, her only child. He would be 13 now. (1989) I can only imagine him being this tiny very blue little boy who struggled to live, endured numerous operations in his short life.
A very brave little boy,
A very courageous mum.
Knowing them has helped me to grow and be thankful for my own child’s recovery and her life.
There will always be room for special people in my heart and I will always carry a memory of this little boy with me forever.