When Will You Be Over This?

Think back on the most awful thing that has ever happened to you.

Does it still hurt?  Do you still carry scars from where it pierced your soul and broke your heart?

Can you forget it? Really, really forget it?  

Has it shaped the way you think about life and how you conduct yourself today?

Are you a different person NOW because that happened THEN?

Now magnify that to an impossibly greater degree and you might have an inkling of how child loss impacts parents and their families.

I will never “get over”, “move on”, “cease feeling sorrow” or “forget what happened”.

My son is my son as long as my heart still beats.  If he were living, he would be part of my life.  Death hasn’t changed that.

I am learning to live with loss, learning to bear up under its unceasing pressure and learning to carry on and keep going.  

I am different than I was and different than I would have been if Dominic hadn’t left us.

But only heaven can undo this injury, only Christ in eternity can fully redeem this pain.

Cfamily never gets over the death of a loved one

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

11 thoughts on “When Will You Be Over This?”

  1. Melanie,

    Your words touch my heart. Today marks 18 months since the last time I saw my son as he headed out the door to go to school. I don’t know how I have survived 18 months without him here. In the early days I certainly didn’t believe it to be possible. It is hard, hard work to live without him. Thank you for your courage to share your heart.

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    1. Yesterday was a stinky day, Vicky. A conversation about the upcoming holidays devolved into a confrontation and then I was a trembling, crying mess. Even those who love us deeply have a hard time understanding the ongoing impact of child loss on our hearts. I am learning-but slowly.

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