Thoughts from another voyager on this lonely road. Whether or not we can ever truly accept what has happened, it has happened, and we’re stuck with it for the rest of our lives. Thank you Mira for a thoughtful and insightful post that resonates with anyone who has lost a child, no matter how long ago.
It’s now approaching 13 months since we lost Melinda. We’ve done all the “firsts” that everyone said would be the worst, and we’re now into year 2. It’s no better, no easier, no less painful, and certainly no less confusing. In fact, I continue to cry more each day since May 18th than the day before and I find myself closing off again in the hopes of stopping myself from spiraling into an emotional hell. During all this, I am told that I’m learning to accept and that I will continue to do so, but I still have no idea what that means. I’ve written about it before, and I still say that I have no idea what it is that I’m supposed to accept that is going to help bring me peace and help me find myself again. Of course I have accepted some facts because they have been…
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Vic died on the 18th of January 2013. The firsts have come and gone. The pain has remained. Hugs.