A FB friend posted this quote recently. I decided to post it here because I could never find the words that more adequately describes the last eight months of my life.
“Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become old. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, talks, cooks, cleans, works in a numb state. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity. Her life will never be the same. She lost a piece of her future when she lost her child and will never be the same.”
Author Unknown
Very powerful. I have heard very similar comments from other mothers who have lost children. Hugs to you, Debbie.
Very moving and descriptive of a pain that is so hard to fathom. Hugs. Wishing your heart moments of peaceful respite from this eternal pain through all the love that surrounds you.
(((((((((((((((((1 Million Hugs!)))))))))))))))))
I was too consumed with the unfathomable nature of this post to respond earlier. My heart cries for you, for Dave, for the girls. Maya and I “see” him everywhere. I, too, wish you all ‘moments of respite and peace’. I cannot conceive of the depth of your sadness, nor how it crushes your spirit. May your heart find solace in the laughter of Naomi, Lily, Josh and Ryan.