But most of all, there was a bond and love like I had never felt or imagined. I love my step kids, but honestly there are days that I would sell the teenager to a Persian rug man in a heartbeat just to get a moment of quiet. After what happened a month ago, I would gladly live a life of racket.
I can't give you all of the details due to pending legal action, but on November 7, my son was born and he didn't have to be. 4 weeks away from being able to breathe, he passed away. My life has been forever changed. I miss him terribly. I had just begun feeling him move. Every day, I would listen to his heart beat.
When he was born, he looked so much like his father that Kevin had to grow a beard just so I wouldn't collapse into sobs every time I look at him. I haven't been paying much attention to anything on the farm. My very supportive family has picked up the slack.
Probably won't be any show litters this spring. I am grieving. I can say that I have moved to the Anger phase of grief and I'm dedicated to doing everything I can to make sure what happened to me does not happen to another hopeful mother in Greenbrier County.
One day, I will tell you about it. For now, just know that his name was Thomas, he was perfect, he was mine, and now he is God's.
