July 25, 2012 I lost a grandson a few weeks ago. His death was caused by a freak household accident that claimed his life within hours. No one had time to do more than react and pray for the best. For once in my life I had no words of wisdom for my daughter, no remedy or solution that would make everything better. I stood by while she heard the words no parent ever wants to hear – her child, her baby, was not responding to everything the trauma medical team was frantically trying. Her twenty-two-month-old child was dying. One moment her fearless little boy was bombing around the house playing and climbing on furniture, the next he was injured and quiet. What should have been a boo-boo made better with mommy kisses, ended up a fatality. I try not to relive the horror of that night, but I struggle to sleep. I wait until my eyes close from exhaustion and I wake a few hours later with a start. Sadness and fear chase me in my dreams. I do not dare imagine what goes thr