We care for them, nurture them and share their joys and sorrows as they grow. We revel in their successes and teach them the ways of the world but, in time, they must make their own choices.
They are our stars, our attempt at immortality, our children but there is the dark side of the stars. They feel immortal and fate sometimes proves them wrong.
“Your mum and I will always love you.”
Gently we hold his hands. I give a nod. The regular beep slows then stops. A constant tone is heard.
This gentle star will no longer shine and our stars are now dimmed.