There was a peace that I can't explain, once we realized that his time for this dual birth had come. There were tears too, but the knowing what the road would hold helped. Knowing what would need to happen... What we wanted for our son and ourselves and our families... That knowledge was powerful and helpful. Priests were called, prayers were said, miracles were asked for, preparations were made. And, early the next morning, on the 23rd, Alexander came into our arms and passed quickly into the Otherworld.
I dont have anger any more about that. I'd be lying if I said that my sadness has completely been replaced by peace and harmony about his life and death. But there is peace. With him, perhaps, more than Nicholas and Sophia. Maybe it is because little Alex is my running buddy. Perhaps it is because he was such a little bundle of peace himself. I dont know. But as I recite what I consider his mantra (below), the heaviness on my soul is lightened... My lips turn up in a smile as I remember the pitter patter of him playing soccer with my bladder... And I can take a breath and smell the sweetness of him.