When I speak to some about my loss, they tell me that they
just read in the paper that a young person was just killed in a car accident or
that some young person died due to cancer or drugs. Some people try to comfort
me by telling me that they know a woman who lost two children or that a woman
lost her only child. Others tell me that he is in a better place and that it is
the will of God. Many have told me that this is life and others have it worse
than me. No matter what I do or think or analyze grief follows me and tears
have not ceased and the pain persists. I am now being told that I am stuck in
my grief. Don’t they know that as long as I live I will mourn my son? I know
who I am and when I continue to experience profound sadness that no one else
can feel, why should I always be questioned about my feelings?
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