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.
Never have I missed you more than today.
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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Vic's Final Journey
“Today” is every day. A mother cannot let go as others seem to be able. My son has been gone from me for 4 1/2 years and it is a living nightmare for me. I have had to “let go” but not willingly. I think the illustration is spot on. My heart is with you.
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But why must we let go? If we let go – we let go of our children as if they did not exist. Thank you for popping in.
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I meant “letting go” as in the “worldly” existence (no body) kind of way….my heart and mind is stayed on the child who is here in spirit and memories….always.
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(((HUGS)))!
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No, no letting go; as I wrote in my last post, it’s not Philip’s death I have to accept, it’s my grief I have to accept. And I don’t know why, but that made me feel so alone and desolate. Because he’s not coming home and it’s a new level of knowing that.
Hugs and strength to you, Tersia. XOXOXO
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It is so frigging hard. I sometimes just want to give up. Despite having Vic’s boys I feel absolutely desolate and desperately alone. I know you understand. Much love. I too wish we could sit together and just have a cup of tea together…we would be able to talk about our children without fear of reproach!
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That would be one long cup of tea as we’d be crying into it so much we’d never get to finish it…who knows what future holds, Tersia? Til then, I’m right with you.
XOXOXOXO
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Ditto Denise!!!
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