When I started blogging a year ago, I never thought I would get this swept up in it. I never thought I'd meet the wonderful people I've met. I never thought I would read a post and weep, but I have tonight.
I have been reading Poetic Acceptance for almost six months now. Erin Monahan is the author, and she is an exceptional poet with natural talent. Today, her four-month-old son died after trying for six weeks to recover from open heart surgery.
What brings even more tears is that Nova, born Donovan, is the second of her children to die because of a birth defect that required this surgery. I'm not going into the specifics. I encourage you to visit her site and read her story.
I have checked her blog almost every day for the updates on Nova, reading about the ups and downs and tearing up at the pictures of him with tubes and monitors and bandages attached to him.
Then this evening, her site loads and above an adorable picture of Nova lying on the floor — presurgery, arms stretched open, big brown eyes looking right into the camera, and chubby belly begging for raspberry — were the words "Nova died in my arms at 4:32 pm this afternoon."
I have never met her in person and only communicated through comments on this blog or hers, and yet tears still fall and my heart aches for her and her family tonight.