I felt compelled to share this post which addresses my own heart and thoughts as I try to push myself through life and search for peace on the other side of Devastation Day. I am so sorry that these two grieving mothers have suffered the painful loss which prompted the words written and quoted from their grieving mother hearts. Dale (Brandon’s Mom) and Denise ( Philip’s Mom), you have helped me to feel less targeted and alone but oh how I wish none of us had to endure the “Great Sadness” which we share after the tragic loss of our own precious child.
While death separates us from our loved one it also creates a common bond between complete strangers whose own similar sorrow must be shared like the very oxygen we breathe, the sleep that evades us, the dreams we may dream if sleep comes, all the holidays and events that once had a familiar joy created by traditions, unfulfilled dreams, the persistent pain of loss, bereft….left with questions that go unanswered. Our collective voice cannot be silent. It begs for solace.
We wish to understand. We wish to be understood. We wish that grief was not malignant and unforgiving. We wish our loved ones to fill the empty chairs. We wish for them to erase the granite markers. We wish they could be present with us….to live and be all they could have been. We wish.
Philip’s mom writes: “What wildness there is in grief. What unpredictability. And exhaustion. I’m tired…
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