This was one of the first posts I wrote. It hadn’t been long since I was introduced to an online community of bereaved parents and began to see that I wasn’t the only one who had friends and family that misunderstood child loss.
I was spending a lot of time in my life trying to help others comprehend, just a little, what it felt like to bury a child.
Trying to give them a tiny taste of how this pain is so, so different than any other I had experienced. Begging them to toss the popular ideas bandied around that grief followed “stages” and was “predictable”.
I re-share every so often because it seems to help, a little. ❤
People say, “I can’t imagine.“
But then they do.
They think that missing a dead child is like missing your kid at college or on the mission field but harder and longer.
That’s not it at all.
It isn’t nostalgia for a time when things were different or better or you talked more: it’s a gut-wrenching, breath-robbing, knee-buckling, aching groan that lives inside you begging to be released.
Read the rest here: What Grieving Parents Want Others to Know
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Our son was 4 and had a minor surgery (tubes in the ears). The anesthetic machine was broke and he was without oxygen resulting in severe brain damage. He could not walk/talk since then. He lived for 36 yrs in a wheelchair with a g tube for nourishment and only could smile. I really think he knew me… Because he would squeal everyday he seen me. He lived in a group home and On his 40th birthday he aspirated and went to heaven 3 days later. It has been 3 yrs now and I miss him more than ever Goes gives us what we can handle and this roller coaster life has made me stronger in my faith with God.
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