There is no time limit on grief, yet recently after spending an afternoon with another bereaved mother I do wonder if the rest of the world has not got this memo.
Is there an unspoken, unwritten set of rules that no one has let me in on?
It breaks my heart to hear another who feels she needs to say no more because her loss has been years not days. Worrying that others will judge or be fed up of her pain.
I so get this, I so understand the agony of the awkward silence. The fear that you will ruin people’s moments.
The pain of loss is timeless, your heart is forever missing a piece.
Yet the world still carries on and time still passes by.
If only the world could understand that our world has forever changed. That the next breathe in will always be different to the one before.
If only people wouldn’t expect us to be the same people we were before, we cannot and never will be.
You see the loss of a child is like no other, I make no apologies for stating that because it isn’t.
A child is a little one full from the top of their heads to the tips of their toes with dreams, aspirations you have for them.
What would they look like, whose characteristics have they inherited?
Will they love music, books, to dance?
Will they prefer science, maths or English?
Will they fall in love, be happy and content?
Can I keep them safe and protected?
From the moment that you hold them in your womb, your arms you life’s destination is their happiness.
Your life’s work is their hearts.
So how can your ever be the same, how can you ever get over it?
How can you ever breathe completely again with a missing piece of your heart.
* Joining in again with Five minute Friday, take the prompt of the week and let’s the words flow.