I’m feeling kind of nostalgic and revisiting some early posts.
It’s a strange sensation to read my own words and wonder where they came from. It’s even stranger to realize that others have found those words helpful.
Here’s the very first post that got more than a few hundred shares and was picked up by Huffpost in 2016.❤
People say, “I can’t imagine.“
But then they do.
They think that missing a dead child is like missing your kid at college or on the mission field but harder and longer.
That’s not it at all.
It isn’t nostalgia for a time when things were different or better or you talked more: it’s a gut-wrenching, breath-robbing, knee-buckling, aching groan that lives inside you begging to be released.
Read the rest here: What Grieving Parents Want Others to Know