I write a lot about what bereaved parents (me!) wish others knew or understood about child loss and this Valley we are walking. And I am thankful for every person outside the child loss community who chooses to read and heed what I write.
But I want to take a minute to tell those of you who are not part of this awful “club” that I get it-I really do get it–when you need to put distance between yourself and me or other people walking a broken road.
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I was the person humming under my breath, I didn’t even cognitively chose to do it. It was part of the gift of joy deep inside me. I didn’t chose to feel joy bubbling up in my body, it was a reaction to the beautiful sound of the cottonwood leaves in the breeze, God’s wind chime. I had been saved from a deadly appendix rupture at nine. A dangerous killer had threatened me in college. I truly felt that my life was a gift from God. And then our only son died at the age of 33. I don’t hum or feel joy and I don’t know how to get it back. I still have an abiding belief and love for God. Yet I am broken still 4 1/2 years later.
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