10 Months today
Yes it has been 10 months today since this world, this god, or whatever stole my little girl from me.
She was only 8 and she belongs with her parents not in heaven, or some afterlife.
I still miss her every day. He soft tender hugs. Her beautiful crooked toothed smile. The smell of her hair. Her tiny little hand, so precious and delicate, in mine.
When Delaney died. So did I. My body may life on but my spirit has been crushed, my will drained, my faith shattered, and my hope is hopelessly lost. I physically ache.
People don't understand they think you get over it. You don't
People want to help. They can't. You can't fix death.
People want to listen. They say that but don't mean it they get uncomfortable when I try to talk.
I am a man. I am supposed to be strong. Get thorough this. Focus on work. That's shit.
If you haven't suffered a loss you cannot understand at all.
If you haven't lost a child you cannot understand completely.
Everyone grieves differently. Even my wife doesn't understand. Her wants and needs frequently conflict with mine. Too bad. We each have to experience this in our own way at our own pace.
I do not find comfort in looking at babies. I do not want to go through the joy and pain, peace and fear, love and anger, that is associated with having another child. I cannot replace the one I lost. There is a hole that will always be there. I do not even want to try.
It has been 10 months today and I hate it Every damn minute of it.
She was only 8 and she belongs with her parents not in heaven, or some afterlife.
I still miss her every day. He soft tender hugs. Her beautiful crooked toothed smile. The smell of her hair. Her tiny little hand, so precious and delicate, in mine.
When Delaney died. So did I. My body may life on but my spirit has been crushed, my will drained, my faith shattered, and my hope is hopelessly lost. I physically ache.
People don't understand they think you get over it. You don't
People want to help. They can't. You can't fix death.
People want to listen. They say that but don't mean it they get uncomfortable when I try to talk.
I am a man. I am supposed to be strong. Get thorough this. Focus on work. That's shit.
If you haven't suffered a loss you cannot understand at all.
If you haven't lost a child you cannot understand completely.
Everyone grieves differently. Even my wife doesn't understand. Her wants and needs frequently conflict with mine. Too bad. We each have to experience this in our own way at our own pace.
I do not find comfort in looking at babies. I do not want to go through the joy and pain, peace and fear, love and anger, that is associated with having another child. I cannot replace the one I lost. There is a hole that will always be there. I do not even want to try.
It has been 10 months today and I hate it Every damn minute of it.