I will grieve for a lifetime. For my son Tommy

Period. The end. There is no “moving on,” or “getting over it.” There is no bow, no fix, no solution to my heartache. There is no end to the ways I will grieve and for how long I will grieve. There is no glue for my broken heart, no exilir for my pain, no going back in time. For as long as I breathe, I will grieve and ache and love my son with all my heart and soul. There will never come a time when I won’t think about who my son would be, what he would look like, and how he would be woven perfectly into the tapestry of my family. I wish people could understand that grief lasts forever because love lasts forever; that the loss of a child is not one finite event, it is a continuous loss that unfolds minute by minute over the course of a lifetime. Every missed birthday, holiday, milestone; should-be back-to-school years and graduations; weddings that will never be, grandchildren that should have been but will never be born– an entire generation of people are irrevocably altered forever.

This is why grief lasts forever. The ripple effect lasts forever. The bleeding never stops.

Dear Rosie -

I feel your pain with you, for you and for me. No, it never stops. Every minute of every day my daughter is in my mind and in my broken heart. It is a continuous nightmare replaying over and over in the background of this silly purposeless life that I now have to live without her.

And at the same time I am here to raise her sister the best I can with love in my heart and purpose in my actions.

It is a twisted space filled with love and sadness for both my girls.

I wish you small moments of melancholia as you grieve and love for the rest of your life.

Christine

I have faced miscarriage for two times, one in three months and another in 5 months. Still Their memories are with me. Those few days, months are still in my memory. I still think if they were born how they would look, how they'd call me mom. It's unforgettable, even if a mom has a whole bunch of kids she can never forget the lost one, never.

I am sorry for your sorrow, Farjana.

We should never forget them...our tribute to their lives is to always remember them.

With Compassion,
Christine

Thank you Christine, And to all the parents who have lost a child I feel your pain

Thank you Christine and Rosie.