There’s a kind of relational magic that happens when people who have experienced the same or similar struggle get together.
In an instant, their hearts are bound in mutual understanding as they look one to another and say, “Me too. I thought I was the only one.”
It was well into the second year after Dominic ran ahead to heaven that I found an online bereaved parent support group. After bearing this burden alone for so many months, it took awhile before I could open my heart to strangers and share more than the outline of my story.
But, oh, when I did! What relief! What beautiful support and affirmation that every. single. thing. that was happening to me and that I was feeling was normal!
Read the rest here: What I’m Learning From Other Bereaved Parents
I belong to a number of closed online bereaved parent groups.
I’m not sure if it is a function of gender or not, but the moms seem to be a bit more willing to share their feelings and to respond to the feelings of others.
Every now and then, a dad speaks up. When he does, I usually pay close attention to this male perspective.
Wes Lake is a bereaved dad in our group who often has thoughtful posts that touch my heart. This one in particular was a beautiful, true and helpful reflection so I asked him for permission to share.
Read the rest here: What I’ve Learned About Grief: A Bereaved Dad’s Perspective
I wrote this last year when thinking about how easy it is for me to get lost in the clouds on this journey.
Like a disoriented pilot flying without any visual cues, I have to make a decision: do I trust my unworthy feelings or do I trust the utterly reliable compass found in the Word of God?
I can’t deny that I FEEL certain things, but I can choose not to ACT on every feeling.
It was a lesson I saw my father teach many young pilots as they learned to trust their instruments instead of their own faulty sense of direction.
My dad is a pilot and flight instructor.
He’s flown everything from a single engine private plane to a fighter jet in all kinds of weather-good and bad.
When I was a little girl, he’d take me with him sometimes while he gave a flight lesson. If he was teaching instrument flying, the student would wear a hood that restricted his vision to just the plane’s instrument panel.
No external visual cues allowed.
Read the rest here: Flying Lessons