Mirrors and Pictures are SO Hard. Still.

I hate mirrors.  Not because I’m ashamed of my wrinkles or my fat hips.  But because the face staring back at me now is not one I recognize.

I see someone who’s supposed to be me and can’t quite place her.

There’s a vague resemblance to the person that used to look me in the eye while I was brushing my teeth or fixing my hair.

But now, she is “other”, unfamiliar, strange in a “slightly off” kind of way.

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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 “Mirrors and Pictures are SO Hard. Still.”

  2. Oh Melanie, this resonates so much with me. In a little less than 8 years I’ve aged at least 20 and my health has completely deteriorated. That amount of grief, that we as mothers who have lost a child, has to have an impact, how could it not. Sending hugs and prayers to you and your family. Vickie’s Mother (she used to call me Mutti)

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