Life after a funeral doesn’t need to be spent in what ifs or what could have been; it’s time to reach out to your family. Everyone is going through their own turmoil as we age: Health, making ends meet, the death of family, friends and even sadly the death of our children. So, it’s now has been six years since we buried our oldest son, Charlie.
After losing my husband, soulmate, lover, best friend and sounding board, I did not know where to go or what to do. The funeral was over. Friends and family went home and on with their lives. My house which was filled with people was suddenly empty. The hospital bed that my husband used was gone.
"If I kill myself, then I can be with Daddy forever," Jessica said.I felt exactly the same...wanting to die."I understand how much you miss Daddy, but you can't kill yourself." I sadly looked my 7 year old's wishful face.She quietly stared ahead as if in deep thought. "Well... what if someone else kills me? That would be a good idea."
When my husband was killed, it was all I could do to breathe. When suffering a loss, every day is overwhelming. Some days you are at the point of breaking. Anyone with me?