It's been a while since she died they say. You have to move on they say. They only want you be happy again they say...
I can't help but to ask these same people do you really have any idea what each day really is for us grieving parents. It's really heartbroken when these people are the same people that cant go a day with out some of their own material things. A child to us seems so much more important than material things. Yet as parent we should take advice from those same people?
I have a question for those of you that believe you know what it is like for us grieving parents. If your a singer can you go with out your vocal cords for a month or better yet can you go for a year with out them? Can you go a morning with out your heart sitting outside your chest down the street in a lab someplace...
Of course you cant however people expect us grieving parents to go on with out our children. Well that pain with out those vocal cords to hear our child's cries and laughs. Is like the heartless body you have while the heart is sitting in a lab somewhere else... It's what it's like for us to go with out our children, Its unlivable for us.
However we do it painfully and shattered. So please don't tell us to move on that its time. There will never be the right day to move on.
We don't move on we just simply wake up.
Some mornings those awaking's are not as bad as others. There might actually be some that are good mornings. While we might watch one of our other children eat at our breakfast table. Then when we realize there is an empty place at the table where someone is missing. Then its not as much as a happy morning as it might of started off being.
People think they can imagine our pain but the reality is they truly cant comprehend, what that pain is. Only fellow grieving parents that faced the death of their own child can understand that pain.
So until it's that time again to reunite with that child just know that there is other moms and dads that do know that pain. Each grieving parent knows that pain, We might have a different story but the ending always ends the same... We know those cries that you cry into your pillow. I hear you and I cry along side with you.
