Reflections on the death of a child.
Does one ever really get past the death of a child? I think not. The pain never goes away. It just changes. Not for better. Not for worse. It simply changes.
I have four children. Two living. Two not. At least not as part of day to day life.
I think of them every single day. Each of them. Those living and those not.
I miss them every single day. All of them. I wish I could spend more time with those still near. But two busy lives keep them far. Death keeps two even farther.
Sometimes I think I might be stuck on one of the so called grieving steps. Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not sure.
I know what I am sure of though. I want to take the next step.
It’s time.
Shauna Hostetler says
Well said, my dear friend and sister! I love and miss you!
Getting stuck at a stage of grief is normal. We don’t grieve each stage in a certain order, but some are harder to get through than others. Recognizing you may be stuck is the first step toward moving ahead.
Cassie W says
I lost my sister when I was 18. I can’t imagine the pain my mom and dad have gone through or the pain that still is there. I truely had a hard time especially when I had my girls. Then something clicked. I don’t know what it was but like you said I was ready for the next step. I was stuck on anger for the longest time but something happened after my scond daughter was born. I hope you are able to make that next step and that you continue to find peace.