Actually, there's no such thing as taking a break from grief after losing a child. It's been six years after the passing of my son, and the most I can do is minimize the triggers that cause me to spiral into a sadness that lasts hours. However, sometimes I don't have to do anything to... Continue Reading →
Our Lost Children Are Like Grass
Every few weeks I go to the cemetery and trim the grass over my child's grave. ( Why the cemetery isn’t doing this is a long story, so don’t ask ) Next to Jacob are two graves of young adults who died around the same age, one in his mid twenties, the other in his... Continue Reading →
Visiting My Child’s Grave
One of the Hardest Things for Me to Do is Visit My Son’s Grave. Although it’s been over two years since my son suddenly passed away at 24 years of age, I dread going to the cemetery. I even get depressed just thinking about going. Carrying the grief of child loss, sadness and depression doesn't... Continue Reading →