243 days without my child. 8 months of mourning, weeping, sadness…
Of course I appear to be “carrying on with my life”. Why not? The world demands it of me. When I cry I confuse the world. It has already been 8 months…I should be over my child death.
“Life goes on”…
Does it? No!! Existing, breathing goes on… We live with this dreadful void in our lives.
Just think of it. When you miss your child you pick up a phone, you Skype, get onto an aircraft or into a car and go visit. You can hug and hold your child. I have a box of crushed ashes.
So until you have walked in my moccasins – please don’t expect of me to “get on with it.” I am doing the best I can. Live your life, I will grieve the loss of mine.
I miss you so much my Angel Child. I missed you yesterday, I am missing you today, I WILL miss you tomorrow and every living second of my life.
Al my love, yesterday, today, tomorrow – forever.
Mommy
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