Saving Noah

by Lucinda Berry

“Dear God, please help us. Help my baby boy. Let this be easy. Please let him leave this world in peace.” A sob caught in my throat. “And please meet him there. Take care of him for me.”

“It’s okay, honey,” I whispered into his ear. “You can go now. It’s all right to leave.” I rocked him back and forth. “I’m going to be okay. You don’t have to keep hanging on. You can let go.”

Being his parent didn’t stop after he died, and it was my job as his mother to protect his memory in the same way I protected him while he was alive.