As I write this, it is closing in on fourteen months. I ask myself if I am still a novice, a babe in the woods. Is there worse than this waiting to blindside me just around the corner? I have realized that as horrible as this is, there is worse. If life has taught me one single thing, it is how contrary it can become. Contradictions walk side by side, hand in hand.
Today, on Thursday 19 February 2015, I laid a memorial plaque for my love at the Victoria Bay memorial site. I bought a beautiful Cape protea flower to lay there too.
By Lori Pederson Submitted On February 15, 2015
I wish I didn't miss you,
I wish I didn't cry,
I wish I'd had a moment
With which to say goodbye.
As I speak these words to you my love is with you. alot of people may not understand what you are going through, how can they? After experiencing the death of my mother I know my truth of this experience. I realised the suffering I had been through was a lesson to understand that nothing is missing.
The grass in heaven is much greener
The flowers smell of God's pure love
The sunlit sky is so much brighter
As I spend my days up above
Grief Surges – those unexpected, out-of-the-blue emotional tailspins that can send us spiraling downward with no forethought and no warning. Like ocean waves that tumultuously surge against the rocky shoreline, our emotions roll over us, bringing back the pain of our grief as if we were experiencing the event that triggered our grief all over again.
How do I miss thee
Let me count the ways,
I miss you in the morning
I miss you at night, and
Every minute in between,
I miss you in the sunshine
And skies not so bright,
I miss you in the laughter
And in times unforeseen,
I miss the love we shared
And how you truly cared,
Hugs, tears, joy, and hope
How can we “live” when our child dies of Suicide?
I can't believe this is happening.
I can't believe this.
