We lost our oldest son - we named him Jerry Xiao Yang. I still remember every detail of that horrible weekend, which never fails to bring tears into my eyes. I was lying in the car, feeling so empty, desperate, hopeless, and helpless while Dad was trying to comfort me ( Dad left us a year and half later).
Time goes by and we have moved on ever since, but I will never forget. I look forward to meeting them again in heaven.
On a happier note, I just found out that I am finally getting my ECFMG certificate. It really is a bittersweet day.
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