





Dying is a lonely journey. Not only for the sick person but also for the family. As hard as we may try to avoid death, the truth is that we do a lousy job of it. Science and medicine will certainly postpone it, even staying healthy might seem to delay it, but the harsh reality is that death does not wait for you, it does not ask you, and it does not listen to you. Death ignores your feelings and wants; you do not matter to death…Death is the only certainty in life! We need to remember that our existence here is fragile, and we never have as much time with people as we think we do. If there is someone or someones out there that you love, don’t neglect that and don’t put off engaging with them because waits for no-one… Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend. I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child.
I am a sixty plenty wife, mother, sister, grandmother and friend. I started blogging as a coping mechanism during my beautiful daughter's final journey. Vic was desperately ill for 10 years after a botched back operation. Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend. I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child. https://tersiaburger.wordpress.com View all posts by tersiaburger
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I feel like Vicky could have been my best friend. What an angel! She speaks to me and I can see where she is with you always, Tersia. Her eyes tell quite a story. Did you know that is what brought me to read your blog? It was the picture of Vic’s eyes in pain. That picture has stayed with me. I love how you keep your daughter’s memory alive. I know you are suffering terribly with the anguish only a bereaved mother can know. I wish it were easier and I am so sorry, Tersia.
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Her eyes spoke a 1000 words. I miss her so much Judy!!
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hugs my friend…she was very beautiful.
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Thank you my friend.
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Your Beautiful Child was Indeed Beautiful, Tersia.
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Thank you Gloria.
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I hope you and the boys are doing well, Tersia.
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Somedays are just so hard! I see it in your blogs too Gloria…. Today we had a “flare-up” of grief! Tomorrow it will be better again.
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Tersia, lately I’ve been going through the ‘flare-ups’. I so, hope you and your grandsons have made it through this one. My heart feels for you.
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Gloria my heart bleeds for you. I read and felt your pain, again, today. I too hide my pain from the “real” world. I think of you every day of my life hoping that the day will be a better one!
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Oh, Tersia… I think of you, and feel your words, also. I’m so glad we can reach out, knowing someone understands… though… I’m so sad that you, or anyone else has to know such pain, such… grief. Everything is going to be alright… until the next time… and we’ll go through it again, and again… and it’ll keep being alright… over, and over.
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At least we have one another – I would never survive without the support I get here. Lots of hugs!!!!
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We do… and it does mean the world to me, also. Hugs back to you, sweet Tersia!
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She has beautiful, chocolate brown, kind eyes Tersia!
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Thank you Diana!
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what gorgeous hair she has!!!!!!
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Terry she was so beautiful!
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How heartbreaking is this; you want the pictures, you want to see, you love so much; but it’s torturous. I’ll tell you – still, I feel like I can’t live like this, I can’t live with what I know and what it feels like to lose my child. It’s too much to carry; but people do it, I will do it and I am so angry that he’s gone, so goddamn angry. She is beautiful and I am so sorry for what you’re suffering because I’m suffering it, too, and every time I hear a child has died I lose another piece of my heart.
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Denise – ditto. I am so tired of being sad. Thank you for your visit and kind words. Hugs!!
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She’s gorgeous, and shines with all the love and committment that you gave her…
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Missing my beautiful sister too much.
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Always lovely.
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Thank you!
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I love that chekky 1979!
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Cheeky, I meant.
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