There are moments that shatter a mother at the cellular level. This piece captures the instant I learned of my son Larry’s death — not through words, but in the devastation written across his father’s face. It is the closest I can come to describing a grief that exists beyond language, beyond breath, beyond what a human heart is built to bear.
Written 07/10/2016 My firstborn of two sons died nine years ago. It was the day after Easter Sunday and the month prior to his 18th birthday. Without warning and within moments our lives were unequivocally altered. We were pummeled to our knees, bloodied and broken by the happenstances of life. He died within 20 feet…
From one grieving mother’s heart to another,I’m sending you love and so much strength…There are no rules for grieving and time becomes insignificantin so many ways now. I’m not going to lie to you.It will never be okay. It will never become easy.And the sorrow of losing your son or daughter will never lessen.What I…