23 months
So many memories
So many tears
So many laughs
So much love
So much pain
So much joy
So much sorrow
As we walked to our hotel tonight after a nice dinner, I heard a song that was played during the slideshow at the memorial service. Amazing how my mood can change so quickly. The tears flow easily at times. And I wonder…
Does anyone remember? Do they think of him? Will he be forgotten by everyone but family?
And then I get a text. Or a photo. Or message from one of his friends.
Thank you, Lord, for his friends. And the love they show me.
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[…] our travels or read a post on Facebook that reminds us of our son, and Ron will comment. As I wrote last week, I cried in a hotel in New York after hearing a song from the memorial service. He held me while I […]
reta hogue
This hits very close to home instead of it being a child it was a younger sibling and parents. The memory will always be with you but eases gradually Kathleen is right as always because she experienced more. She is right about finding something to do. Am small town girl so was not easy as everyone to their own. I started writing Christian poetry after dad passed so was not so hurtful as I watched him and mom go downhill but w bro it was devasting.
Sandy
The post eased my pain for a moment. My son has been dead since May 4, 2015, he was 44. It’s so hard moving on without him. I’m attending therapy at Hospice, doing activities with friends and family but I miss him every moment of the day. Some people can’t understand why I’m still upset. You should give it to God and quit feeling sorry for yourself, says one friend. I wished it was that easy. I also worry about people forgetting him. I haven’t seen his friends or heard from them since the funeral. I usually cry alone.
kathleenduncan
Sandy, I am so sorry. If you are interested, While We’re Waiting is a great group of folks who support each other. We have all experienced the death of a child and understand your pain. You can find them of Facebook or at http://www.whilewerewaiting.org
victoriawhyte
Sandy, of course you miss him every moment of every day – grief is the price we pay for love. Those “friends” who tell you to quit feeling sorry for yourself and give it to God have obviously never buried their son or daughter. My teenage daughter Leah died 18 months ago today. I blog at
https://victoriawhyte.wordpress.com/2015/07/09/abide-with-me-2/