OUCH!
Respectfully,
when does it ever become okay that your child died? After 3 years? Cuz I never got that memo .
If you (anyone) has one child,or many, just imagine when it would be okay with you that they are gone. Imagine your very own child dies and each day that passes takes you one day further away from the last time you were with them.
Three years is just three years without your baby,your everything.Three years is nothing to grief,but an eternity of missing them.
We learn to cope ,we learn to compartmentalize,but the grief comes in waves and you don't always know when.It happens after 2 hours and it happens after 20 years.
Avoid driving by the school,or going down the aisle at the grocery store with their favorite snack.
Love to hear about their friends lives,while dreading hearing how they have grown so ,without him.
A siren coming down the road, a kid in the same soccer uniform, a toy you didn't know was in the back of that drawer.
There is no moving on,friends.
Just gotta clear up that myth. Info like this hurts . No disrespect intended :seeya:
I am sad that you have had to walk this path too, MissJames. It never ends, does it?
We learn to stuff it away, we learn to avoid certain places, people, and things, just so we can appear to go on the way relatives and friends hope we will .
And we remember how totally messed up we were for years afterward, and truly still are scarred forever.
We also remember how they got upset/tired of our grief, and then how we learned to hide it from them, so we wouldn't make them uncomfortable, as if we are somehow contagious.
And, when a situation like this comes along, we get hauled back in, because we recognize the craziness that happens when people have to face the unthinkable.
Cindy and George have had to face something far worse than my daughter's death from a sudden cardiac arrhythmia. My walk was tough, but nowhere near as devastating as theirs.
Whatever idiot things they did or said, who they lashed out at, who they conjured up as suspects, I can understand - anything to keep reality from crushing them completely into the oblivion of insanity.
Please pray that George can stay strong for Cindy. She will never be free from endless "what-ifs", wondering where she went wrong as a mother, wondering what she could have done differently. George is also suffering the endless "what-ifs".
It is so easy to sit back and be a "monday-morning" parental critic.
Remember that saying about having to walk in someone else's shoes? We should all be praying we never have to make that walk, in prime time!