tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400651792180366460.post5217142736215173348..comments2024-03-28T09:16:37.011-07:00Comments on Love, Light, Laughter and Chocolate - One Mom's Journey: There is no *better* way, no *right* way...Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02168884410153801082noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2400651792180366460.post-44024871178012122692012-11-28T17:54:00.085-08:002012-11-28T17:54:00.085-08:00You are right about it doesn't matter how old ...You are right about it doesn't matter how old the child is, that a parent still grieves all the same. My aunt was 57 when she passed. My grandparents were 79 and 81. The pain as they said good-bye to their eldest child stays with me. The sorrow in my grandad's eyes cut me to the core. Three weeks later, he was gone himself. He had been declining for months, but after that, it was clear he just wanted to be with his daughter. <br /><br />It doesn't matter what a child's age is, or even what took them away. What matters is that they are gone and how much you loved (and continue to love) them.Disney Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01454154263488946938noreply@blogger.com