My son’s death is a point in time for people outside my immediate grief circle. It’s a date on a calendar. There is a period after his name.
But it is an ongoing experience for me and my family.
We don’t only remember on birthdays, holidays and anniversary days, we can never forget.
Yet often others do.
We are not the only ones living a life not of our own choosing. We are not the only ones that feel isolated in our grief.
You do too.
And I’m sorry that when you risk sharing your pain you are shut down by those who just don’t understand. ❤
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Today my Jacob is 33… with the last almost 11 years in heaven. This year I’m experiencing my longing in a different space…. And it hurts anew. I don’t think that others who haven’t experienced deep, deep grief understand that with each life change you must now view your grief through a different lens.
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The saddest sound in the world is the one breath coming from my girls’ bedroom. With their risky birth, the two breaths were always a reassuring sound to me. I understand what you mean.
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I really appreciate your writing. I can relate to your words, it’s as if you are writing for me.
I find some solace in that, I am not alone.
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