Missing Him Is Background Music

Sometimes I write a post for other folks. A topic pops up in a group and my mind starts whirling.

Sometimes I write a post for me. My heart is so full there’s nothing left to do but release its contents.

And sometimes, like this one, it’s a combination of the two.

This post is one of my favorites even it if never touches another soul. It’s both proof of healing and proof of the limits of healing in this life.

❤ Melanie

Another bereaved mom wrote that she was better able to cope now than she had been a year ago.

And thanks to Facebook memories she had proof.

Several comments down a second mom wrote something that got me thinking-when, exactly, did Dominic’s loss move from the forefront to the background?

I’m not sure I can pinpoint a day or moment when I realized that sorrow was no longer ALL I feel and Dominic’s absence no longer ALL I see.

Read the rest here: Background Music

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

2 thoughts on “Missing Him Is Background Music”

  1. I can’t pinpoint when the volume turned down but only just recently in the past weeks have I noticed another change in my grief journey. The sadness never leaves me but I am aware that I have become familiar with my altered self, new different shaped family and life. Now I don’t feel like an alien in a familiar body,
    I don’t always like it and I would never have ever wanted it this way. I miss the person I was and the life I had that included my eldest child.

    Luke’s younger brother is now 31 and a year older than he was when he died. The natural progression a family makes has carried on without a key member who would have woven his special thread though the fabric of our lives. We are not what we would have been and although it breaks my heart, we are nonetheless weaving a beautiful pattern without the vibrant colour that was Luke. ❤


  2. It has been 14 years for me and I find that I have learned to distract myself from my grief . In the beginning, which was probably the first ten years, I could not control my thoughts or feelings very well. I had a hard time leaving that deep sorrowful place. I can pull myself out easier but the pain, like you said, is always in the background.

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