More ideas from Mary
grief, a journey, an intruder, Anne Peterson, poetry,

I wish people understood this to their core. Losing a child and grieving them is such a personal journey of anguish.

My soul is still weeping. I don't think it will ever stop.

The only people I can answer that question truthfully is another mom with the same situation. Even family members you sometimes lie to in case they may be having a good day. So many layers with this kind of death.