My son’s death is a point in time for people outside my immediate grief circle. It’s a date on a calendar. There is a period after his name.
But it is an ongoing experience for me and my family.
We don’t only remember on birthdays, holidays and anniversary days, we can never forget.
Yet often others do.
Read the rest here: I’m Sorry
I remember the early days after Dominic ran ahead to Heaven when people were still checking in often on our family.
Some days there were a dozen or more messages that really, really needed an answer.
But I just couldn’t.
“How are you?” is often a more difficult question than you might think when your world is falling apart.
Read the rest here: Sorry I Haven’t Texted Back
I used to be a lot better at answering every single comment on the blog, on Facebook pages and in closed groups.
I’m not keeping up at all these days.
And I am very sorry for that!
A recent private message reminded me that some folks may think a lack of response is disapproval or rejection. That made me very sad so I want to set the record straight.
These past few months have been…different.
And challenging.
And topsy-turvy.
My husband retired-which is a good thing. But for the past several years he was working out of town so not only am I adjusting to his being home every day, I’m adjusting to his being home at all.
We’ve worked out a schedule that accommodates his night owl habits and my farm girl hours so that’s going well.
The pandemic, wintry weather and the holidays have dampened my spirits a bit so motivation is a factor.
My recent hospital stay, wrist pain and realization that my hands are simply not going to get better make typing more difficult.
All that to say this: I’m really sorry for not being more attentive, more timely and more responsive to comments. I read every. single. one.
I’m going to try hard to catch up.
If you feel overlooked or are ever concerned there’s something else going on besides my own preoccupation, lack of diligence or oversight, PLEASE message me!
I never, ever want a single heart to feel sad or abandoned because of something I do or don’t do.
I promise you are important to me.
❤
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