7 years ago today I buried my sweet son. As I’m sitting watching a beautiful sunrise over the river I remember his love of the water…it calmed his turbulent heart. Water and music….remembering…
It’s difficult to adequately describe the gamut my emotions have run since losing Jonathan but suffices to say it has been many…
Reaching out to a mom who began this dark road 2 weeks ago I felt that tug of airless lungs I know she is feeling right now. There is something inherently wrong in burying your child. Definitely can’t define the hole that is felt. Time does not and cannot heal the hurt…the rawness ebbs at times…but cannot heal it.
All this said not to be morose or dark but to just feel what I am feeling. To also let parents in this place to know it’s ok to feel, truly feel, what you are going through. It is a journey of one…nobody else’s journey ..…just yours. Nothing selfish there at all just sitting and feeling some days.
Sit and remember those precious moments at times…not sad…not happy…just quiet remembering…they are close to us and always will be…
This journey of our life is our journey and the days we travel it alone can be calming if we just stop and be….nothing more….just be still and quietly remember…
Sending soul hugs to those parents who have lost a piece of their soul with losing their child…you are loved…❤️
Reflections on Life’s Journeys 