So you’ve entered the world of child loss.
Where nothing looks the same.
No, nothing. Not one thing. Your not the same person that you once were. Days, weeks, months or years into your loss. Things have changed and your world has been completely altered. Have you ever felt absolutely terrible for your inability to remember dates or times?
Have you been noticeably more forgetful since your child died?
Well, don’t worry because you’re not alone! This is such a common quest
“You’re not being helpful, you’re not helping me at all, you’re not doing me a favor, Because your advice makes me fall.” If your advice has got something to do with “dwelling” “moving on” and/or the very generic, “grief timeline” ——
Your advice that you are trying to give is unwarranted and unneeded because you are not walking the same path as I am. And the worst part is, *I don’t want you to walk my path.* Because it hurts like hell and only the strong survive. I wouldn’t
How can this be? 1,000 days have passed by. 1,000 days without my baby. Some days are easier than others. Less invasive thoughts and memories. Other days, I am hanging by a thread. A thread that dangles dangerously. Day 1,000 seems to be foggy. Unrealistic and coarse. People have said over and over, "You two are going to be divorced!" My husband and I have worked endlessly. Giving it every effort that we have. But day 1,000 is daunting and big. It is as if I'm staring at my g
To the mother that has to experience this Mother’s Day without one of her children. I’m so sorry. I know that you’d do anything to bring your child back to you. I know because I would too. I would do anything to bring my son, Bo, back to me. This is my third Mother’s Day without him. I want to tell you that it gets easier. I want to tell you that you won’t have bad days. But I think we both know that I’d be lying. Bad days happen now. They are much worse than the bad days we
Growth. There needs to be growth in what you do. Anything you do, everything, Am I right? You didn’t go to your place of work- when things were “normal” and sit at your cubicle all day and accomplish nothing. Did you? No. I’m sure you were one of the best employees that your company had! Striving to be better, taking on extra work and staying late to get it finished. All to move up in the company. To be better. To grow.
There needs to be growth.
Similar to how the seed of
This wasn't how I pictured my boys playing together. This wasn't how I pictured What to do come cloudy weather. This wasn't how I pictured our days left ahead. This wasn't how I pictured The words that were left unsaid. This wasn't how I pictured How our life would be. This wasn't how I pictured it When you married me. This wasn't how I pictured Watching our children grow. This wasn't how I pictured Missing someone special.. More than anyone could know. ••••••••••••••••••••••