What was this day like for my parents, 52 years ago?
Their first son, so small and sick in a rural, Texas town.
Did my mom hold him as he breathed his last breath or did a doctor come in the room to give her the devastating news? Was anyone with her or did she have to handle the truth alone?
I imagine my Dad was a pillar of strength never shedding a tear in the presence of anyone, but I am sure when he was alone he cried many tears for his beautiful son. The son who he would never see grow into a fascinating man…a “Campos” to carry on the family name.
I know it is probably hard to understand how someone can grieve a sibling they never knew. I’m not quite sure I understand.
My heart aches for him and what he could have been…but he was a joy to my parents…even if only for a few moments in their arms.
