This here, this is me right now. I've read everything up to this entry, then glanced at what's below.
My son is gone from me too.
Your writing doesn't seem written, it seems thought. The feeling happens, then appears in words. The parts about the raw grief - too accurate for me to read today.
I am sorry you're in this place right now. I know it's no comfort now, but it's 23 years later for me, and I can remember my son without the pain. Someday it'll be the same for you.
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This here, this is me right now. I've read everything up to this entry, then glanced at what's below.
My son is gone from me too.
Your writing doesn't seem written, it seems thought. The feeling happens, then appears in words. The parts about the raw grief - too accurate for me to read today.
I am sorry you're in this place right now. I know it's no comfort now, but it's 23 years later for me, and I can remember my son without the pain. Someday it'll be the same for you.
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