I wrote this three years ago and it was probably one of the first posts where I was bold enough to bare it all.
I was afraid to hit “publish” because I was afraid it would be misunderstood or seem pushy or too raw.
But then something amazing happened-I was out shopping later that day and had an email come through from the Huffington Post.
I thought it was a joke.
It wasn’t-they wanted to publish this on their blogging website platform. And they did. (You can read it here.)
It’s still one of my favorite posts-not because it was picked up by them but because it’s been shared by many, many grieving parents in an attempt to open the door of the closet full of emotions we often keep hidden.
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 What Grieving Parents Want Others to Know.