Halil was born at home in the housetruck, it was a stormy night and my partner had been out playing music with friends, just before he returned I was lying in bed with my 3 year old Ngalla and thought uh oh, what if this is it and he is not here, what will I do? run through the rain to the phone having contractions? but then he came in the door, huge sigh of relief and about 10 minutes later my waters broke. Ngalla took 12 hours to be born, but Halil was in a hurry, I went outside as you do, and he was nearly born out in the mud, Will just managed to steer me back inside onto a beanbag and out he slithered. He was supposed to be a girl, Will had dreamed it, so we turned Lilah around and he was Halil. Will was exhausted after a good evening , so I got up and made a cup of tea, while he held our precious Halil.
we later found out that in Hebrew Halil means flute and in Turlkish/Arabic it means faithful friend. In coptic Hal means the equivalent of virtual reality....
I love birth stories. The story of your son's birth is quite a tale. This is a beautiful tribute to his special day. Thank you for sharing here with us.
I want to say something that will bring you comfort... but I am speechless, so instead I will go outside and look up at the sky and see if I can find him ... I know he is there...
A story full of happiness for having had him, and sadness for having lost him. I enjoyed the account of his birth. The lit candle is a very appropriate way to commemorate this day.
