When a child dies…

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for which has been your delight”. ~ Kahlil Gibran.

At times the pain and feelings of desolate loss is overwhelming.  I know it is because I loved Vic so much.  I am grieving because I miss my child, the mother of my grandchildren, my friend.  I miss drinking endless cups of tea…. sometimes laughing and sometimes weeping.

I have grown used to not constantly checking my text messages when I sit in meetings.  I have actually forgotten my phone at home on two occasions.  I miss the countless phonecalls, finding little notes everywhere…. a soft kiss on the forehead.

When a parent dies, you lose your past; when a child dies, you lose your future. – Anonymous




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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

16 thoughts on “When a child dies…”

    1. I changed phones and all of a sudden her morphine alarms started coming through again. I cancelled the alarms a year ago. I truly believe it is Vic getting up to mischief.


  1. Only a mother understands the pain of the loss on a child. God bless you my friend. Thinking of you and sending good wishes for a great weekend.


  2. My God, that bit about checking your text messages… Tersia, that really brought it home. I so so am sorry what you’ve been through.


  3. Thank you for the warm visit, for the appreciation you showed on my bereft poem and the Lessons from my 30s. I am teared up. I read your description of V’s passing. Sigh. I vowed never to say “I’m sorry” to one who will never shake the grief. My words could never reach their pain. I wish I could just hug and cry with you.


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