Black Ice

Another perfect analogy that explains what living with grief is like. Somedays in control, somedays not. Driving carefully, slowly, braced for the unexpected skid and spin. Hoping not to slide off the road into the chasm that looms alongside.

Broken Mothers Club

I was watching something on TV last night as I was falling asleep. Something one of the characters said put the journey of grief in a whole new light. He was not talking about grief as his reference but it fits just the same.

People have a habit of saying to me, “You seem to be doing well” or the famous “It must be getting easier.” No, neither of these are true. Each day is like riding down a road with black ice on it. I know it is there but I cannot see it. Some days, I may not hit it at all. Other days I run across it and skid completely out of control. It may be a smell, song, memory, saying or any random thing that runs through my mind or path. The idea that the day is normal and my son is going to be home…

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About edcol52

The Infinite Fountain of Love and Loss flows unceasingly into the pool of memory and sorrow. I created this blog in response to the most dreadful tragedy every parent fears, the death of a child, our 24 year old son, Jake. We are now on an unimagined journey along this road of grief and recovery. If you can find some comfort within these pages, than I will have succeeded in some small measure.
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