I am in such a bad place. I have been trying to write a post for 4 days. Words elude me.
Very dear friends of ours lost their son and two granddaughters on Thursday. It is a family murder/suicide and my heart is breaking for the family. Our friend, the father of the son who committed suicide (and murder) phoned on Wednesday night to hear how I was coping with Vic’s 6 month anniversary… On Thursday – on Vic’s 6 month anniversary I sympathised with him and his wife on their devastating loss….
I am in shock (as is the entire community) and heartbroken for our friends, his parents and the grandparents of the two beautiful girls. I fear for the mother of the girls. Her life is out of danger, but I cannot imagine her pain or imagine her recovery and healing…
I have been thinking about how different our grief is but I will write later. Now I have to cry.Reposted from http://reneejulene.com/2013/07/11/the-whimper/ There is a sound that somehow I had forgotten. I don’t know how I forgot it because it is a sound that I am all too familiar with. It is the sound of a broken heart. It is the sound of the leveling of the soul. It is the sound of exhaustion. It is the sound of anguish. It is the noise made after there are no more tears. Losing a child is not loud, forceful and superficial. It is quiet, deep and profound. It is the saddest sound of all. It is the whimper of a mother who has lost a part of her very being, her child.