You Never Know When It Next Hits You – Grief…
I’m not shy to expose myself to the stories of families grieving for the loss of their children.
Some of you might think: ‘Why expose yourself to that?’
The answer is simple: Grief, the emotion felt when remembering the loss of Amya is there whether I meet it or not. It does not just go away because I don’t feel it for a moment. One father in a support group of parents dealing with the loss of their babies pre or post birth once put it poignantly: ‘Why would I want the pain to end? The pain is the very connection to my daughter.’
Today I read the story of a family who lost their 4 year-old son. Today I met my own grief. It doesn’t happen every time I read stories like theirs, but it happens when a memory gets triggered. Heather, the mother of the boy, described the last bath they gave to their son and suddenly I remembered.
I remembered her last and only bath.
I remembered my first time giving a bath to my baby.
I remembered her tiny body in my hands.
I remembered her head covered in dark hair.
I remembered her tiny hands and fingers.
I remembered the soft pink color of her face.
I remembered her tiny red lips.
I remembered the gentleness with which we stroke her skin.
I remembered the sorrow of knowing that this will be the only time.
- Responding to Grief (hopeforpassion.wordpress.com)
- Grief is Personal (hopeforpassion.wordpress.com)
- Grief nostalgia?? (writerightmel.wordpress.com)
- Grief and grieving … the death of my parents (jillsmentalhealthresources.wordpress.com)