Most of the time I have peace and joy. But…
At times … rarely these days … But at times, I feel a deep, aching sorrow over losing my son. A sadness flickers through my being. Usually lasting only a short time. Moments really. And I wonder if I am alone in missing him.
Invariably when this happens one of my friends will mention him or post a photo without knowing the dark place I am in. These kindnesses help. They bring me great joy and often a little giggle as I recall his antics.
It happened this week when three of his friends posed with serious faces dressed in Batman shirts. And Saturday night, they had an “Andrew Themed Panty Raid at Texas”. All in good fun, led by the real adults who make sure the girls are dressed prior to the guys running through the dressing room yelling cheesy pickup lines and tripping over things.
If you have a friend who lost a child, find time in the next week or so to send a message, note, or photo to let them know their child is not forgotten. Those remembrances bring healing. And show you care.