New to this site so I’m hoping this reply goes to the right person, I’m trying to respond to HayleyBethB.
I am also a mom to a 2 year old (and a 3 year old) which likely has caused me to identify too closely to this story and feel it very deeply, which is not typical for me when reading the news. I have cried a lot thinking of this sweet boy and how his life ended. I’m fully aware that children all over the world are suffering, and their suffering matters equally, but there is something about this story that has brought my emotions sharply to the surface.
I’d like to share some thoughts that are starting to help me process this strange, vicarious, yet potent grief.
It helps me to remember that while he was confused and scared as well as thirsty and hungry, he would have slowly lost consciousness over the 2 to 3 days between his father’s death and his own passing. His brain was shutting down gradually along with his body. Even more than that, I have been reminding myself that his suffering has ended. While it feels very vivid and present in my mind, I know that it is no more. He is now fully at peace and beyond any suffering. His sadness is over.
It also helps to remind myself that his last few days were not the whole of his life. From what his family and sister have stated, he was a child who had many moments of joy and was loved by many, including by his dad. I will let that love be defining of his life, not the tragic accident of his death. It is telling that he was reportedly found curled up next to the body of his dad. Bronson knew he was loved and valued during his life, even at the end of it.
Even a short life is worthy to be celebrated. As we grieve from a distance, we can celebrate the little person that he was.
And we can be glad that our own little ones are loved and valued, too.
Hope you can start to process this grief, and share with others as you do. Feel free to share with me as well.