Posted by: Jody Glynn Patrick | 05/15/2013

The Twighlight Zone: Life after the death of your child

griefAnother Mother’s Day just passed, or perhaps it was your first without your child. Are you still a parent, you wonder?  Holidays are so hard after the death of a child. Today I posted another comment from a mother who wrote to say she wants to die. Preferably right now. Her son is dead and she wants to be dead, too, but… she has a daughter. She is pulled in two. But she wants to be dead.

I know that many people will tell her, now and as she makes new acquaintances over the course of her life ahead, “I can’t imagine how I would feel if my child died!”  These people, after learning of her sorrow, will imagine they are saying something empathetic. But she won’t hear it quite that way for a long time into the future.

“No,” she will want to reply, “you can’t. You don’t have a clue.”

No one can know  it until they truly face it, but readers’ blunt comments left on this blog show grief for the sorrow that it is. “I don’t know how would I feel….” Maybe you once said that to a grieving parent yourself, but now you are on this side of the fence and, hearing it directed to you like some unwelcome confession, you wonder how you are supposed to answer that. Do you blurt out that your reality can’t be reduced to a stupid pretend game?  The truth hurts like hell. The death dropped you in a deep pit. It perhaps even made you wish for death, your own or another person’s. But you don’t say that because you know it would be unkind, judged cruel,  and what would it change? Your child would still be dead.

I’ve written about the real physical pain that scientists now understand that grieving parents experience after a child’s death — that true, physical sensation of breaking — a broken heart, a broken soul. We have so much trouble “getting our head around” what happened when even our brains hurt. Many of us have entertained thoughts of suicide in the aftermath of the pronouncement that our child is gone, but we would only compound the grief for our own survivors. We know this. But …. gone. It is like a silent scream echoing in our own head, screaming and screaming and screaming “HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED? I  CANNOT BEAR THIS PAIN ONE MORE MINUTE!”

I will tell you that, minute by minute, you bear it. And as time passes, you will laugh again. The first time it happens you may actually cry tears of anguish and guilt afterwards. The second time, and the third, perhaps, too. But eventually you will laugh and… it will just be a laugh. Not a forgetting or denial. Just a laugh. And after that, you will hope again. You will love again. The Titanic iceburg  inside your heart will melt a drop a day. You will find a way to carry your precious child with you into a future where you can no longer hold, smell or protect that child. But you will remember and always love them and make sure they are not left behind. I can tell you this, my dear reader who needs so desperately to know it today, but… I’m sorry, you will not know it as a reality until many tomorrows ahead.

The tables have turned. “I can’t imagine how I would feel if I were to live a new normal without my child.” No, you cannot. But many of us can and do and we hold out our hands to you. We understand. Right now, you may try to imagine a sense of grace again, but you can’t. In fact, you don’t have a clue how this could be. And I try and try and try to express how it can and will be, but really, words fail. Like grief, you can only know healing when you experience it yourself. But it will happen, a nano-second at a time.

I am not trying to move you out of your grief or talk you out of your pain. That is impossible. Knowing that, I don’t automatically respond to desperate posts immediately. I let an hour or more pass, because the pain is real and I won’t disrespect it with a quick or flip response. We need time to reflect. You own your grief; it is yours. I understand this. Know that there is no right time to move on or a right or wrong way to grieve. You may never move on. But I also know that the scenery will change from hell to limbo to endurable and, drop by drop, even to peace.

In the meantime, we are with you on your journey, wherever you are. And you are safe to express what you feel on this site.


  1. It’s been going on four years for us. I remember writing to you about a month after we lost our daughter. I wanted very, very much to die then. My then foster daughter saved me, much as I am sure other loved ones, and their needs, have saved a lot of other grieving parents over the years. Whoever you are, someone desperately needs you here. And that can save us, even when it feels like a burden.

    We’ve learned to answer the “I cannot imagine how you must feel” with a honest gaze in the eyes and, “My greatest wish for you is that you never, ever have to find out.” But then we follow up with, “How we feel changes with time. Every day is new and different and we learn to embrace whatever feelings are there that day.”

    And as you have pointed out, peace — even joy — do return with time, if you give yourself the freedom to live in the moment. You lean into the pain, weather it like the sea in a storm…and you let yourself feel comfort and peace when those seas quiet down. And after awhile, the sun does start to shine again.

    • Yes, yes! Thank you for expressing this so well! This is what adds value to this site — the input from the community. Many voices and many experiences and … most important … the beacon of hope. Thanks, Beaniegrrl!!

  2. I, too, wanted to die after my son and only child was killed and my very ill husband died six weeks later. I truly felt all alone. So much so, I didn’t even trust myself with my own medications. My pastor kept them for me and let me have them in small quantities. I remember those initial dark days. If there were someway I could reach out and lift them away for any parent, I would gladly do it. This is a long and difficult journey. The thing that helped me most was joining a church based support group where there were two sets of parents who had also lost sons. I know it’s hard, but it is very important to connect with other parents. Isolation is not good. You don’t need many friends, just a few to talk to, do things with and take short excursions outside your home. I wrote volumes, just keeping journals. It got out all my pent up emotions. Prayer, three good friends, writing and designing jewelry saved me. Little by little, the darkest clouds will lift for you. It is possible for this to pass and to live again. Not the same life, but a life worth living. God bless.

  3. Thank you for your kind words. It will be 2 years this July that I lost my 19 yr old son…God how I miss him…..

  4. My only child died at the age of 38 after years of debilitating illness. I prayed for her to die so her suffering will end. She died 131 days ago, and I want to die.

    • Gosh Tersia. I, too, so often want to eliminate my suffering since my child’s death but I have found my purpose of life with animals, older people, and jail mininistry. Yes, I cannot hardly stand it and cry, cry, cry but I wake up another day. I sent five weeks to a private psychiatric hospital and continue with weekly counseling. One moment can seduce me into the melanchosish abyss but I have’t been totally seduced yet, just the feelings.

    • Tersia, How are you doing? It is doubly hard to lose a child and then get the past many the images of their suffering and death. This takes some time. Praying for your daughter’s death in her suffering was a selfless thing to do. She is now at peace and no longer suffering. She would want you to be at peace. Have you reached out to any organization possibly associated with your daughter’s illness for support? Or considered counseling? I needed both a support group and counseling. And I wrote down everything I felt almost everyday. Just write and get it all out. Don’t worry about spelling or grammar or crying. It will help. Maybe you could think of a positive way to remember your daughter— a tree, a small plaque or bench at a park, garden or church, a fund or a carnival or run. I hope your pain will ease and you find some peace, but it is very hard to do this on your own. Seek help if you have not done so. God keep you in His care. I will pray for you.

      • Dear Rosemarie, Last year I lost my only child, a daughter born with congenital birth defects and adding more as she aged. I knew death was inevitable and thought I was prepared but was not. I wanted her to die in her sleep but she suffered all day from 2:00 a.m. until 4:30 p.m. I actually was at the train tressel over the river when 3 cop cars found me after my therapist told them where she thought I would be. They wanted to Baker Act me but my therapist told them she would get me a bed in RiverOaks at New Orleans. I spent 5 weeks in RiverOaks, a private psychiatric hospital doing intense grief counseling. I am better but not a day goes by I do not cry or grieve. I have started hearing her talk and walk in the trailer. I talk back. I do a variety of behaviors not good. I have two goals and work towards them so I do have something in my life. Only thing is………my little rascal isn’t in it. I spent 24/7 and worked much as I could and she was my world and my priority after God. I can only say it does get better then WHOP! I get smacked down. As Jane Fonda said to Peter Sarazzin, “They shoot horses don’t they?”

      • P.S. She was my only child and died on leap day 24 days shy of being 26.

      • Dear Molly Rose,
        My son was my only child as well and died 4 days after his 23rd birthday. No doubt about it, this is a difficult journey. It takes time, patience, strength and courage. You made it this far. You are in therapy which is good. Your life still has meaning. You have the unenviable task of creating a whole new life for yourself. Two things helped me when I lost my husband and son within 6 weeks of each other. I woke up one day and decided I could let this destroy me or go on with my life. It takes a conscious decision which way you want to go. Your little angel in heaven is looking out for you. Pray to her to help you find new horizons. You can live again. I’m sure there is a lot you could do to help other families cope with special needs children from what you have lived through. God wants you here for a reason. You have a lot you can give to others. You will have dark days, but just go with them for a few hours and grieve. Then move on to a walk or any activity that distracts you. Remember, “With faith you can move mountains.” Also, try to get this book, “A Grief Like No Other” by Kathleen O’Hara. It’s on amazon and I think the guidance in there will help you even though your circumstances are different than the author’s. You don’t have to read it all at once. Just go through and read what strikes you. As you are a person of faith, I know you can get through this. I will pray for you daily. Stay in touch. Take care of yourself and don’t give up.

  5. June 7th will be 5th yr of my oldest sons’ death. I am so depressed I want to die but I have a younger son I need to be here for. I’ve been having crazy thoughts to end it for us both so that we can all be together but I stop myself and try to make it one day at a time. Some days are good, some are now. With that date coming up. I prayed until I got nothing left, I pray to see him in my dreams so I can once again be with him only to have fitful sleep. I wish all this was a dream and I’d wake up from it..,It’s really hard living.

    • Rose, I can tell by your message that you are not just depressed, you are CLINICALLY depressed and you need to talk to a professional and get some serious help right away. RIGHT AWAY. Clinical depression is an altered state of mind. It is like having a heart attack or a broken bone; it is a medical condition that requires help. When this happens, you may feel hopeless and helpless and escape seems better than going on. Some people use drugs to escape and some people self medicate in other ways. THERE IS HELP in terms of medication that can help you — not to forget or feel drugged; that isn’t what I’m talking about. It can just help restore your brain chemistry so that you can know and feel joy without guilt, and your younger son needs a mother as much as your oldest son did. He deserves to have you and he deserves his life. PLEASE GET HELP. I have met families whose loved ones committed suicide and it devastates them. We have so many feelings of betrayal to work through after a suicide, and I know that many people who actually do it really do pray first, they really do want to die, and they really did need help, but we all pretend like they don’t because we think people don’t want to hear how we think we know what they need. Rose, you need professional help. I’m not going to skirt it. PLEASE reach out to a professional. If one has failed you before, call them an idiot and find another. Sometimes you have to find the right match. It isn’t all medication; a psychologist would also help you sort through how to pick up the pieces. PLEASE GET HELP!

      • I know I should find someone else professionally but I can’t afford it. I’m barely keeping my head above water and have no family support. I thank you for listening and I’ll keep praying.

  6. Rose, check into county resources. Usually there are county mental health facilities which are based on income and, in your case, may even be free. Many do get free services due to sliding scales. Every county I have lived in has a suicide prevention line. Please call that and let them know how you feel. You won’t be put into custody for having the feelings — they can talk you through it.

    Consider this, please, Rose. You said you are praying. There is the story of a man in a flood — the water rose in his house up to window level — who refused to get into a boat when it appeared (a little rowboat) because he trusted God to intervene. The water rose in his home to the second floor. He refused a helicopter saying he had no use for it because he was a man of strongest faith and God would intervene. When he stood on the roof screaming at God as the water circled his ankles, God answered, “I sent you a boat and a helicopter. What were you waiting for?”

    Rose, I am your boat. Your prayer is heard and I am reaching out to you. I am telling you that you need help regardless of the cost or the hassle to get it. Please check into your county resources and talk to someone. When you do, tell them exactly what you wrote here and tell them you were referred to them. Make them understand you should have support. Your second child’s life may depend on it and certainly your life does.

  7. Yes, thank you for reaching out and I have reached out to get some support. God bless you for being my boat in troubled waters

  8. My daughter died on 26May 2013> she was 1 year and 16 days old. she drowned because a door , that i have locked myself, was opened so that a dog could have a wee…so while i was having lunch my daughter died.

    i was ok. i have 4 other childre, Ziha was my lucky packet surptrise baby and I enjoyed her so so so much. love i have for her, cannot be written in words. all i know, is that i have been strong and positive, but suddelnly, at 9 months after her death, i broke. i feel so depressed, i want to die, nothing makes me feel happy, i only want to lie down and cry and cry and cry for the loss of her, for the loss of who i was before she died, for the ripple effect on every one in my family….death in that sense is cruel. it gives you way more to deal with than just the loss of the one that died.
    i want to be with my daughter. i want to hold her. i want to make sure that she knows how much i loved her, love her still….i want my old life , with her in it, back.

    • Rone, I am so sorry for your loss, and I believe you loved your Daughter with all your heart. Just as you love all your children. It matters not that you have other children, you are still going to grieve for your Daughter, Ziha.

      We are changed after our children pass, and I think everyone of us wants to go back to the time before…We can not do that, we can only go forward, as painful and as sad as that seems. Sometimes it seems impossible, but we keep going. Our children don’t want us to be sad because of them. I understand that sometimes it is just so darn hard, so horrendous we can’t believe this is truly happening. We will probably always have times of anguish, and we will have times that the numbness takes over and we have a temporary break from the pain.

      It sounds very much like you have been very strong for your family, and that perhaps you have not given yourself permission to grieve. Eventually, our hearts, minds and bodies, simply must let the pain out. Crying, screaming, praying, anything that helps. One of my dearest friends who also lost her Son, says she throws socks – she rolls them into a ball and throws them as hard as she can at the wall.

      My heart goes out to you – Lee Anne

    • Rone..How are you doing now..I like you was doing ok for three years and suddenly find myself back at square one..

  9. I don’t know what to do its been 17 months since my son died and I am more lost and sad than ever . Was there a life before this pain ? Was there a time when life was just ordinary ? How can I go on like this for years and years until my own death will give me peace ? I may live for 20 years .I drag myself through everyday am angry with everyone myself most of all . People expect too much of me and I hate them for it . I want them to go away and leave me alone but there seems to be no where to find peace .

    • Dear Kathy,

      My name is Robin, and I do know how you feel! All the physical, mental, and emotional heartache you go through every single day, I too, go through it. My Son Chase, my only child, passed away 1/7/2005.

      Sometimes I still don’t sleep well, and find myself on Websites reading so many heartbreaking stories from parents, and others that have lost loved ones. In no way, am I taking away from the pain someone feels after losing a loved one, but losing a child is the deepest, most piercing, open wound, a Mother, and Father will ever bear. You can literally feel your heart ache, to its core. I call it a kind of ‘Survivor’s guilt.

      Rose Marie is right, she has been through this too, and one day I too had to make a decision – to stay in my darkness, or since I already knew that taking my life would not get me back to my Son, I had to leave it in God’s hands, and make a new decision for me, for us!

      I know you left this post last August, but I read it now, and I hope you have been able to find even a tiny bit of peace within you. If you would ever like to talk, email, or text me, I am someone who knows this world we both reside in now, and maybe what I’ve experienced can help you a little bit at a time.

      Another Grieving Mother,

  10. September 16, 2014 is the date that I lost my precious grandson Kaydin. I was driving home from a job interview and received this strange phone call at about 8:00 pm from a number and person I didn’t know, she said my daughter had been in a car accident and wanted me to know, I asked if Kaydin was with her and the lady on the other end of the phone didn’t say anything for a minute – then she said she really doesn’t know anything. I could hear my daughter in the background yelling and cussing (as she does) and I thought, well she sounds fine and I am not going to drive an hour to be embarrassed by her cussing. So I thanked the lady and finished driving home. About 20 minutes later I get the call from the EMT’s – he is asking me how far am I from the hospital, asked me to head that way, safely. I again asked if my grandson, Kaydin was in the car and he told me YES….I then asked how he was doing and the EMT told me “the little guy is in another ambulance and he really does not know his condition. What I didn’t know was that Kaydin had already died. My daughter had taken a curve a little wide and ran onto a low shoulder, when she went to correct it, she overcorrected and went into the other lane where a work van hit them head on. I was told Kaydin did not suffer.

    I get to the hospital right behind the ambulances carrying my daughter and grandson. I rush into the ER and am told to have a seat someone will be with me shortly. The EMT comes out and asked me some questions, still nobody will tell me the condition of either my daughter or Kaydin. Then they take me to this little room with a couple of volunteers. Now, if I was in my right frame of mind I would have known instantly that either my daughter or grandson or both had died, you are not placed with “babysitters” unless it is bad. But I could not let myself think like that, I just kept telling the lady and gentleman with me that if my daughter was hurt, than Kaydin really needs me because he will be scared to death…they just kept telling me the doctors will come talk to me shortly. It took them 45 minutes to finally come talk to me and they start off telling me about my daughters internal injuries and that they need to complete surgery – and I asked about Kaydin, the Dr. finally tells me that “he didn’t make it”. That was it, he didn’t make it, my world crashed with those few words….HE DIDN”T MAKE IT.

    Now it is almost 1 year later. My life has changed forever. I was out of work for a couple of months. Part of that was to care for my daughter and get her healed and the other was so I could try to heal….I laugh at that because I don’t think you can heal from this kind of loss. I now go to work every day, I cry every day, I make dumb silly mistakes, I cannot have a rational discussion with co-workers. My employer has been very patient, but I don’t know how long this will last. I take vacation days as fast as I earn them because I need to home. As much as I have tried I fall way short of being the person I was before HE DIDN”T MAKE IT. I paste a smile on my face and do the best job and can for 8 hours, 5 days a week. When Friday rolls around I am exhausted from trying to pretend I am okay – that all I can do on the weekends is sleep. I try to plan some kind of outings to make me get out and get around people. Sometimes I actually follow through and get out, but cannot wait until I can leave and get back to the safety of my home – other times I don’t make it out, I try but just don’t have energy.

    I know I am not alone, there are so many of us that have lost children. But, like me I think a lot of you are putting on that fake smile and trudging through and then hiding in your homes where you can be with your feelings and your child. I talk to Kaydin daily. I just keep praying that each day I put on my make up and do my hair and put the fake smile on that it will get a little easier, the smile comes a little easier, the social commitments become fun again instead of a distraction. But when there is this huge whole / void in your heart, you just cannot think that far ahead, it just seems impossible that you will live life again with the joy that you once did when you had your precious child/grandchild in your life.

  11. I feel this way…I dont know now to go on without my son…I feel my life is no lo ger reality…I have no more joy hopes dreams….Im suprised everyday that I make it another day…He passed on april 3 2015 at age 26..Left ehind a beajtiful 4yr old daughter..And has a 29 hear old brother whom is also heartbroken…

  12. You express it all so eloquently. I wish you were my friend.

  13. I lost my 32 year old daughter August 28th of 2015. Every day seems to get harder. It is now January 1st of 2016. I just don’t want to start a new year without her. I just feel like I want to die. It seems like everyone has already forgotten about her except me. I have two other daughters one 38 with 5 children and one almost 24 with one child and I cannot talk to them about Tarah they don’t want to think about her cause it hurts them to much. Will it is killing me to keep all this pain inside. I don’t know what to do. Please help

    • Tarah is prized in this community and you can talk about her here, Pamela. We’re listening. Don’t keep all the pain inside. You can express it here with people who understand. Your other children may be “too close” to it to be of help to you now. It is a common experience but not a common grief. Everyone’s grief is private and unique. Feel free to share what you need to say here to help youself. Jody

    • I lost my son in 2008. It’s hard everyday but you have to take it one day at a time. The pain gets lighter over time, but your heart will always be sad. If you pray, ask God for strength.

  14. My son died 4 years ago at 11 was truley awful..I went in to have another child and did very well for 3 years..but now I feel I’m back to day one..all I want is to return to some kind of normal that I had a few weeks ago..I am seeing sadness in everything and can’t seem to see any joy…I really thought I had gone through the worst of it..How can I be back to square one??

  15. My son died and I feel full of anguish. Pain, so much pain.

  16. My son just died and I feel nothing but anguish. Pain in my heart and soul. Worst pain. Alone, no one can take his place. Anguish.

  17. I lost my 8 year old cute son after long battle with Cancer. We never expected him to go and he is(even now) our only objective of life.I don’t see any direction in life and looks life is at dead end. The signs of sadness becomes the part of my face. I am willing to live rest of my life with his memories and only with that. The only hope is to reunite with him one day.For all those who are here in the same pain ,we still have lot of love but can’t find our child to express it. We always wish Joy to be the best companion of Love but instead what happening is now Tears are best companion.If someone feels the same please share your feelings. Your share will be the most precious thing for me now.

    • Dhirendra, most of us feel the same way you do and you are not alone here. My son has now been dead longer than he was alive, and he died at 16. The pain never goes away, the longing to see him, the hurt at all that was taken with him. But it does become lighter. It becomes like a watermark background of your life over time. You know it is there and if you look for it or stumble across the wrong smell or sound or sight, sorrow again becomes the foreground rather than the background, but it becomes tolerable. You begin to live your life again and take him with you into the future celebrating what you had, not dwelling on the death so much and the separation. There is hope. People newly distressed or who can’t move on don’t want to hear that or know it as if it denies the love they felt for their child, but in fact, it is true for most bereaved parents over time. We adapt to our “new normal” with sorrow always a heartbeat away, but manageable for 85 – 90% of the time. My heart and prayers are with you as you make this hard journey, and with all the parents who suffer as we have suffered and in their own, unique sufferings as well. That is what this site is intended for — to know someone else in the world understands, and you have a safe place to say what you feel.

  18. My Daughter Jordan..26 yr passed away Now 19 ,2016. ..I miss her so much she has two little boys 8yr..5 yr old… My Daughter passed away in a car accident.. Because her( EX) ….Was frustrated with her..I miss her A Lot.. I too put on my happy face..But not long it lasts..I walk around like a zombie.. Thinking she is going to stop by .. Smiling happy..(mom I’m here…)

  19. I woke up this morning feeling like I could handle this now tonight I’m sad again.. This has been my life for the past 6 years miserable.. Losing my son who was 4 almost 6 years ago has left me completely hopeless at times.. I google all the time about child loss it helps to hear what other parents say because people who haven’t lost children have no clue about how it affects our lives..

  20. Hi, My son Austin passed away 12/03/16, two months tomorrow. I am sitting at my work desk know trying to find some support, I am crying. My son was in a car accident and died quickly. A girl was driving his car and was a known herion addict. I do not understand why he was with her or why he let her drive his car. The hospital told me there was pot in his system nothing else. He had told me he would be home earlier that day and we would get our Christmas tree. Me and my husband are seperated so me and Austin lived together. My other son Matthew lives with his father very close by. After the funeral, etc. my husband spent a lot of time with me along with friends and family. Then my support faded away and I’m not sure what to do. I wonder around the house looking in Austin’s room at his pictures, holding the paint hand prints of him after he passed in the hospital. I have returned to work thinking it would get better but I don;t want to be here. I’m not sure what to do it seems as painful as the day it happened. Thanks for listening.

  21. For those who’ve lost a child, please be careful where you direct your anger. Your spouse and your children are extremely inappropriate targets. They are confused and hurting, too. And you’ll drive a wedge between them and yourself. You could alienate the people who can help you the most.

    Secondly, rather than coming unglued, get counseling, and find someone who specializes in trauma. There are many new techniques for trauma survivors, and significant new research, led by Bessel Van Der Kolk at Harvard, on how the brain and body process trauma, and how trauma can be treated.

    When our daughter died, my wife (now ex-wife) started exploding at me the next day. I was managing the funeral, and got blown up at for every detail of it, everything that I repeated to her that came from the police or the coroner or the funeral director. I even got blown up at for asking if she had been able to sleep a few days after the death. Soon, I stopped mentioning our daughter’s name, and I certainly didn’t tell her when I got the tombstone made or when I went to probate court.

    I started avoiding her, and was annoyed even more when she refused to go to marriage counseling when I suggested it a few months after our daughter’s death.

    Three years later, she left in a mad rage, giving me 3 hours notice. She was still claiming at that time that our daughter had been murdered (!). The kids found out from their aunt that their mother was moving four hours away and never coming back.

    My son told me afterwards that he had felt like he didn’t have a mother after his sister died. I didn’t realize that he had felt that she had been taking it out on him as well.

    A trauma specialist told me that her creation of an imaginary murderer was her brain’s way of assuaging her guilt, and her attacks on me (which also included telling me how terribly I’d treated our daughter while she was alive; never once did she say anything positive about my relationship with my daughter after her death) were another way of assuaging her guilt.

    She’s not working now, and has for the most part, cut off our kids.

    Please seek out help, and don’t go to a garden variety therapist. Complicated grief can be bizarre and take you over. Go to someone who specializes in someone who really understands the latest techniques.

    Of course, there are other techniques for dealing with grief, including Compassionate Friends, some hospice groups, etc. But if it seems insurmountable, you’re closing up, and you’re alienating your family, get the help of a specialist.

    Please don’t yell at your husband. Don’t think he’s a big boy and that he can take it.

    And for God’s sakes, don’t take it out on your kids. They’re confused, they’re hurting, and way too young to be the target of your rage.

  22. I read your words – they poured into my heart like water. I am sitting in my car in a grocery store parking lot – I am frozen in pain. I have to go in the store eventually and pretend to be normal and buy food while the whole entire time my heart is broken shattered into endless shreds of tears and misery – my son is dead and that is all I know and feel. I am so sad – so depressed so……I miss him – that’s all I know. My cousin who I thought was also my friend resumed telling me all her marital / health problems right after my sons funeral. I got angry at her and told her I could no longer listen to her problems. I did apologize for my anger but I had to explain to her I was no longer in that place to listen to her any longer. Once she realized that she stopped talking to me. I did not hear one word from her for two months – the holiday months – the first Thanksgiving – Christmas – my sons December birthday- without him. Then right after New Years she sent me a text message – she was angry that I did not wish her happy birthday and that I did not wish her well for her back surgery during the two months that I thought she had stopped talking to me. I didn’t know what to do – my heart is broken over my son’s death and my cousin was like a secondary loss – then out of no where she sends me this angry text message. She said she could let it go that I did not wish her happy birthday but her surgery she could not let that one go. She said “If she were in my shoes she would have at least wished her well for her surgery.” I was so angry – all she had to do is “imagine” what it’s like to be in my shoes. She said she never wanted anything to do with me due to my insensitivity towards her and she severed the “so called friendship.” If she were in my shoes – all she had to do was close her eyes and just go off to la la land and she knows what this heavy darkness is. I cannot get over the out right cruelty in some people. I am alone and my son is dead.

  23. I cry every day after work and dread coming home after my husband and son both died within 1 and 1/2 years of each other. I want to die so I can go and be with them. The pain is so great. I feel it in my chest like a volcano erupting. Excrutiating pain unlike anything I have ever felt. G.

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