Losing a child is inconceivable for most people. A mother can never imagine the pain, until it happens. At first it is excruciating, raw horrific pain. There is nothing like it. No pain will ever compare. After a while the wound begins to heal. Never completely mind you, but just enough that you can move a little easier. The dull ache is there, always and for the rest of your life. I realize that I will never be the same. My heart, even though I have much to be grateful for, will never again be full. Joy will never be on the table for me again. Happiness and love always, but never joy, never again.
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I am wife to Kurt, and mom to four amazing young people. Three of them are here on the earthly plane, one is in spirit. We have four grand children and we have been married sixteen years this September. i love animals, gardening and traveling. I started the blog for therapy, a place to put my feelings. It has been more healing than I ever imagined!! View all posts by Milann