11/17/2021
My wife Laurie sent this letter to the editor.
Dear Editor,
Just over 15 years ago I lost my special needs Son, he was nine years old. He was at home with his Dad as I was working a few more weeks until I retired to be a full-time Mom and caregiver for my Son Logan, which I would have loved but never had that chance because my Son never woke up from his nap, his Nurse found him unresponsive, my Husband Mark Whittle began cardio-pulmonary resuscitation until The Paramedics arrived.
Unfortunately Logan's vital signs were absent.
The first thing I heard on the phone when I called home to check on his day was that Logan had passed away. This ripped my heart out, my Son Logan was gone forever. Let's talk about the stages of grief I went through.
First, I hated my Husband Mark, he was home while I was working. I felt guilty, I asked myself what if questions.
The pain in my heart will never go away, he was my life, a child with special needs. From day one my life was his.
Then I felt relieved but guilty for feeling this way.
Finally I began to eat and sleep again and started to grt my life back. Don't get me wrong, there's not a moment goes by without me thinking of him. I'm sure he would have wanted me to get on with my life, but boy do I miss him. There is no getting over grief, and there's no greater grief than losing your child. Always keep them in your heart and memory, it makes it easier.
I will always miss you Logan.
Respectfully,
Laurie Elizabeth Northrup