In response to something I posted in a bereaved parents’ group a friend used the term “tangible absence” to describe what I was feeling.
She is so right.
When I imagine something I’ve never actually experienced-even when I might say “I miss such and such” it’s not the same as when I’ve had something and it’s been taken away.
I can only miss the imaginary in an ephemeral, insubstantial way. I miss what I once possessed in a tangible way.
I know exactly the size and shape and sound and substance of the person that SHOULD be here but isn’t.
I know the energy he would add to a room or a conversation.
I know the point of view that’s missing from the debate or decision making.
And I miss him like crazy. ❤
~Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son
My heart aches with you, Melanie, as you face another milestone. Your son leaves they tangible hole in your heart, as mine does in my heart. The author’s words touch me deeply tonight as I read, as do yours. Prayers for you and all of us as we long for our children 💙💛
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Wow! This is so true!!
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The book, Lament of a Son. was so helpful when our Son died one year ago. I have shared it with other parents in my Grief Share Group.
Thank you for your post they are always a blessing.
Linda Calcote
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