On Mother’s Day morning I organized a gathering of some other women I know who have lost children. They all said the same thing…my husband won’t talk about it…he won’t see a therapist…he won’t acknowledge Mother’s Day…
It was interesting. Every story is different. Those who lost children through illness are different than those who lost children in an accident…those who lost children in a car accident are different than those who lost kids to a drug overdose…or in the military.
Of course, there is no better way to lose a child.
I feel like I have collected so many stories, each with it’s own sad but compelling set of facts and circumstances. And yet each of us feel we were uniquely “touched.” Even death has a community, but it is a community in which each of us feels alone.