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New Normal A path I did not choose. ʚϊɞ This is my new path. It was not a path of my choice, but it is a path I must walk mindfully with intention. It is a journey through grief that takes time. Ever…

New Normal A path I did not choose.
ʚϊɞ This is my new path. It was not a path of my choice, but it is a path I must walk mindfully with intention. It is a journey through grief that takes time. Every cell in my body aches and longs to be with my beloved child. I may be impatient, distracted, frustrating, and unfocused. I may get angry more easily, or I may seem hopeless. I will shed many, many, many tears. I won’t smile as often as my old self. Smiling hurts now. Most everything hurts some days, even breathing. But please, just sit beside me. Say nothing. Do not offer a cure. Or a pill, or a word, or a potion. Witness my suffering and don’t turn away from me. Please be gentle with me. Please, self, be gentle with me, too. I will not ever “get over it” so please don’t urge me down that path. Even if it seems like I am having a good day, maybe I am even able to smile for a moment, the pain is just beneath the surface of my skin. Some days, I feel paralyzed. My chest has a nearly constant sinking pain and sometimes I feel as if I will explode from the grief. This is affecting me as a woman, a mother, a human being. It affects every aspect of me: spiritually, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I barely recognize myself in the mirror anymore. Remember that grief is as personal to each individual as a fingerprint. Don’t tell me how I should or shouldn’t be doing it or that I should or shouldn’t “feel better by now.” Don’t tell me what’s right or wrong. I’m doing it my way, in my time. If I am to survive this, I must do what is best for me. Surviving this means seeing life’s meaning change and evolve. What I knew to be true or absolute or real or fair about the world has been challenged so I’m finding my way, moment-to-moment in this new place. Things that once seemed important to me are barely thoughts any longer. I notice life’s suffering more- hungry children, the homeless and the destitute, a mother’s harsh voice toward her young child or by an elderly person struggling with the door. So many things I struggle to understand. Don’t tell me that “God has a plan” for me. This, my friend, is between me and my God. Those platitudes seem far too easy to slip from the mouths of those who tuck their own child into a safe, warm bed at night: Can you begin to imagine your own child, flesh of your flesh, lying lifeless in a casket, when “goodbye” means you’ll never see them on this Earth again? Grieving mothers- and fathers- and grandparents- and siblings won’t wake up one day with everything ’okay’ and life back to normal. I have a new normal now. Oh, perhaps as time passes, I will discover new meanings and insights about what my child’s death means to me. Perhaps, one day, when I am very, very old, I will say that time has truly helped to heal my broken heart. But always remember that not a second of any minute of any hour of any day passes when I am not aware of the presence of hIS absence, no matter how many years lurk over my shoulder… MY LOVE NEVER DIES!….. ʚϊɞ

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Comment by Irene bryson on July 1, 2014 at 23:02
Just read all of just now and I understand where you are coming from I feel the same. God bless you my dear. Love. Irene
Comment by Irene bryson on July 1, 2014 at 21:17
Thank you I have joined with all f you but am just numb I hope to make good friends here,my son was an adult he had very bad epilepsey and from childhood he was ill most fonts time I never found him crying,the undertaker told his stepfather "what a shame they die so young with Doens"that was the fist I knew he had anything like that I asked my doctor and all he did was bury himself in paper workable "he didn't look it did he"2 was rhe answer

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