I’m still here. I feel lost on a sea of darkness. I do not know that I shall write about this horrid life-experience when it ends, but, writing has always been therapeutic, but never, ever in my life have I written nor experienced something that shatters my very soul.
I want to drown. I want to pour myself over the edge of this darkness, I pray for the gods to make a trade .. take me instead. But as the tree falls in the forest, if no one is there, who hears?
The greatest gift in life is to blessed with healthy children. The most unbearable pain is to lose your child to an evil disease.
Life isn’t fair.
Hug your children, no matter how old they are. Let them know how they enriched your life. I think that my son already knows this because I’m a “huggie, lovey” kind of person, but, I will forever have doubts that I let him know enough.
I know my son loves me and that I contribute to his pain in that he doesn’t want to see me hurt. I’m hiding my heartbreak, I cry in hidden corners. I cannot believe this is happening in my life. Doesn’t it always happen to someone else?