It would be helpful if the world could just stop for a day or a week (or a year!) when your heart is shattered by the news that one of the children you birthed into this world has suddenly left it.
But it doesn’t.
And immediately all the roles I have played for decades are overlaid by a new role: bereaved mother. Except instead of being definitive or even descriptive, this role is more like a foggy blanket that obscures and disorients me as I struggle to fulfill all the roles to which I’ve become accustomed.
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And still it continues….toughing it out seems to be a way of life these days. My family is still reeling under the impact of Luke’s suicide three and a half years on. Many of the small steps forward are often followed by two or three steps back.
Sending my love across the ocean Melanie ❤
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