This is my grandson. He was just 29 days old when he passed away on Thursday. We don’t know why. Nothing makes sense. He was simply sleeping, and then he was gone.
What I can say is that his mother is doing well. She’s been so strong and proactive through all of this, and I’m incredibly proud of her. In the beginning, we almost lost her too. When we said our “good-byes,” I told the officers that they shouldn’t let her leave the hospital because I knew she had thoughts of hurting herself. And sadly, she did. But when she had a psych evaluation, she told the psychiatrist that she couldn’t go through with it because she couldn’t bear the thought of putting me through that pain. She thanked me for asking the police to help her.
Tragedies like this can go one of two ways—they can either tear a family apart or bring it closer. I believe this one is bringing us closer together. I pray for a better, stronger future for my family. Rest peacefully, little one.