Words for the Journey

How can we “live” when our child dies of Suicide?

I can't  believe this is happening.I can't believe this.

Please take your eyes and focus them on the beauty that is all around you.  You are not alone. You are not without them.  They are with you and watching over you in all that you do from Heaven.  Heaven is not as far away as you think.  It is not past the moon and stars.  You do not need a rocket ship to get to them. 

I will not lay in bed and weep for youYou never liked to see me cry

The key thing that keeps me “going” and hanging on by my fingertips is to keep on clinging to God and the promise of reunion one day.  There are no satisfactory answers to why we are left behind and why our lives are torn apart in such cruel ways. 

It always hits me when I least expect it....in the most unpleasant ways. That's not exactly true: i try very hard to not think about it, so as not to expect it- but normally anxiety grips me WHEN expected. The drive home from work,for example. Just about every night.

 When Daniel died, I wanted more. More smiles, more birthdays, more words, more experiences. Like any mom, I wanted my child to have a full and healthy life.

I don't understand. And yet I do.  Maybe I never will. I just don't know anymore.   The pain of losing a parent is tough but you must get through it.

by: Marjorie May PearsonHer rose has turned to white,My mom she’s nowhere in sight.She lost the battle she foughtShe’s gone where she ought.She was liftedBy Him and giftedDancing in heavenShe passed away February elevenSinging with the angels choirSometimes I hear her“Praise Him, Praise Him

     One day after my sweet mommy passed away I found myself questioning why I was happy? Why was God allowing me to move on after my moms death? No, I said I refuse to have joy in my heart. I need to remain in my pain so she knows that I love her and that she could never be replaced.

Forever… Everlasting No more troubles… no more tearsNo more fright… no more fears

It may be one of the hardest things to explain or help those who knew you to understand. Where the old you went. We know, but usually do not have the words to get that story across. We knew we were changed, forever changed, the moment our tragedy hit us. Those around us think it is a temporary thing. They believe that the us they knew will step forward with time.