I take responsibility for my part. I should have asked sooner. I should have made sure we were on the same page. Instead, I drove myself crazy with maybes.
It was the loss I refused to believe I would ever actually have to lose.
But what it means to grow in grief is that even when you’re done grieving, you’re never done growing in grief.
I will not let sadness grow weeds in the space you have left behind
My awareness of death certainly wasn’t a tragic revelation; people die all the time. But I was — I am — rapt by death in a way I hadn’t been before my Dad passed away.
I remember one of my last moments with a favorite hospice patient. Close to dying, his frail form was almost skeletal, his muscles had formed tense knots, and each breath was a labored, painful wheeze.
My husband and I are and will continue to be our child’s parents.
Death is imminent and because so, other people’s reactions to the news can actually sometimes make the grieving process worse.
Normal is not an option anymore.
It doesn’t matter how many years have passed, because I am always going to miss you with the same intensity. I am always going to hate how early you left this earth.