It was the question I asked the bereaved mother that came to my son’s funeral.
It was the question a mother asked me as we stood by her granddaughter’s casket, surrounded by family and flowers.
And it is the right question.
Because when the breath leaves the body of your child, and you look down at the shell that used to be the home of a vibrant, living soul, you simply can. not. breathe.
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Such an apt description. . .
“between the conscious world of aching loss that drains me of the will to go on and the unconcious biology of a body still functioning without my permission.
I live in a no-man’s-land with one foot in the HERE AND NOW and one foot in FOREVER.”
This is my life. Few friends truly get this, or are supportive through this.
*Keep living ( because… I’m not?)
*Move on (because somehow that’s possible?)
*Get back to being you…(even though they have been told that I never be the same)
How do we care about the stupid stuff now?! It’s not important. People, sweet dear family and friends, they are important. I don’t have the energy or emotional reservoir for any thing else.
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