I feel blessed at times
Throughout the pain and tears.
I feel blessed at times
For the love and prayers.
I felt blessed on his birthday
All the Love that was sent
I felt blessed with the global wishes
On the blessed event.
I feel blessed by the clouds
that hover above
Its been three years now
Since God called you home
Yet everydau we still look for you
We cant believe you're really gone
When talking with children about difficult topics such as death, it is much easier to "sugar coat" the truth than it is to be honest. We fear that children "can't handle" the truth, or that they will have a more difficult time with the truth than they would with a more watered down version. We want to protect children from the pain that we experience.
Six months has passed.
I can hardly believe.
I would have figured, if it wasn't me
I should be smiling
And Laughing and be
Over this plight.
What a fool I would be,
until it happened to me.
Time doesn't make it easier,
As the clock ticks on by.
The roller coaster of grief over the loss of a child. The grief of the unexpected loss of a child is so changeable. One hour you could feel nothing and the next hour or hours or days or weeks (yes keep going) you can feel so lonesome. The guilt that you could do nothing to prevent this enormous loss is always there is varying degrees. The pain of the aloneness is overwhelming.
Another rotten morning. Headache, nausea and all the other effects of too much alcohol. Climbing onto my scooter for yet another drive to work, another day of hazy thoughts and dying for a drink, and then the ride home.
Recently while doing some research, I came across the term “Complicated Grief.” Of course this prompted me to wonder whether I suffered from “complicated grief,” after all it’s been almost five years since Aly, our teenage daughter died, and many days I still certainly suffer profound grief. But what is “complicated grief”
Grief is hard;
Grief has a way;
Grief makes it difficult,
Is what I want to say.
Grief is overwhelming;
Grief is tiring;
Grief to others is a burden,
Some friends walk away.
Grief is lonely;
Grief is harsh;
Grief is never ending,
To a mothers broken heart.
Greg it seems so long since you've been gone.
