My friend posted the story below to me this morning. The story comes from the Blog
The Life I Didn’t Choose @ https://thelifeididntchoose.com
My friend posted it to me in form of support. I am lucky to have met her and her daughter. She was not someone I knew, but her daughter and my son were friends. When my son died, they contacted me and attended his wake and funeral. I have only met them those two times, but we have talked frequently via text and FB messaging. My son made an impact on their life and now they are making an impact on mine. ♥♥♥♥
It was just over a year after Dominic’s accident and a friend forwarded an article about odd behaviors of those who were “stuck’ in grief. Along with the forward was a little tag, “Reminds me of you.”
It hurt my feelings.
And it was inappropriate.
Because not only had I not participated in any of the listed behaviors (most of which anyone would deem odd and some that were actually harmful) but as far as I could tell, I was doing pretty good, considering.
Considering I went to bed one night with four children alive and well and woke in the wee hours of the next day to the news that one was dead.
No warning. No good-byes.
In the months since that day I had gotten up each morning and taken care of necessary tasks. I was not abusing alcohol, drugs or food. I was still exercising when I could.
And I was engaged with my family -working with them to put the pieces of our shattered lives and hearts back together again.
Yes, I cried. A lot. No, I didn’t like to be around crowds. I stayed at home much more than before. I struggled with anxiety when anything out of the ordinary happened. I found small talk hard to follow and forgot things (still do). And I was not participating in many “extra” activities.
I slept with Dominic’s pillows………To continue this story, click the link below.
via I am NOT Crazy!
After reading her story, I can definitely say, I understand where she’s coming from because I am there myself.
I can say your child’s death is not something you ‘get over.’
I am there, in her spot, and will be for the rest of my life.
And like her, I don’t wish this heartache, the loss on anyone. In fact, I hope that my story can help others.
***FYI, I am uncertain how her child passed away. She does not say in her story. Suicide is my son’s story.