Sunday, October 5, 2014
When you’ve lost a child there is no such thing as “enough”.
Not enough comfort
Not enough help
Not enough meds
Not enough answers
Not enough relief
Not enough recovery
Not enough peace
Not enough glue to put me back together again.
It’s like having an arm ripped out by the roots, all raw, jagged and bloody with unbearable pain.
And yet, and yet, over time like a balm applied to the wound the hemorrhaging stops, the jagged edges smooth some and the pain reduces to a manageable level.
This is accomplished by insisting on your grieving and never letting anyone tell you how or when to grieve.