I will grieve for a lifetime.
I am his legacy-the unanticipated keeper of HIS light. Yet here I am. Unnatural. Unacceptable. Wise choices, that's the ticket
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature -- trees
Hopefully my learnings can ease your mind and give you a little bit of hope.
It's a club no one wants to join, yet so many people are part of. We are all brought together by one common event; one that many of us would consider to be the worst day of our lives. And while it may seem like your world is caving in, this club is living proof that you will survive.
Navigating the death of a child is a treacherous journey. I understand that those who have not travelled this path may not think about how hard it is and some of the little things that can make it easier or harder.
If you meet me now at the grocery store or pass me in church, I probably won't cry. I will most likely ask you how you are, what you've been doing and smile when you share the latest family news even if in the midst of the words a thousand alarms go off in my head, reminding me of the son that I lost.
These brokenhearted warriors are committed to continue to love the child they lost and those around them by bravely facing each day as it comes, giving the best they have to give, and persevering until the end.
I don't know how to combat the slow fade of the experience of my living, breathing son in all his complexity to the two-dimensional representation hanging on my wall.
So how to love well at this stage in my grief journey? When I'm transitioning from "good-bye" to grief? When I'm trying to understand this new life I never expected to live?