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Shirley Whitaker's avatar

My two surviving kids won't talk about their sister, either. Won't say her name. It hurts! I want to scream, but I don't if they are within hearing distance because I'm afraid of losing them, too. I am absolutely scared to death of losing them, but my fear is based on an illusion of what we had. I'm now facing the truth that they are no longer who they were to me, my kids. They don't understand, even though they have kids of their own. If you haven't lost a child, you have absolutely no idea how deep this grief goes...to the very bone. I want to know if they even think of her, but I dare not ask. At seven years of grief, I have no one left. It is actually a relief in some ways because I no longer have to guard myself the way I did a few years ago. There is some good in that. I upset no one by what I say about or to my daughter. The hole you speak of is a place I know well. Your words completely describe that place. Pinpoint accuracy. I appreciate your abilities and all that you share because you clarify my reality, which is such a great gift. Wish I could hold you and cry with you and talk with you about our precious daughters. Hugs. Shirley

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Monique's avatar

Here for it all XXXX

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