To lose a child.... 💔

I wonder these days... Is being a widow the same as a mother losing her son?  Does it matter?  Not really I suppose.  For both there is a loss, grief, pain, heartache, tears, disbelief...and the list goes on.  I've spent a lot of time over the last two almost three years thinking.  Yes, simply thinking.  Alone at night, moments of quiet...but mostly on my ride to work every morning, and on the treadmill or the greenway.  I see the clouds and wonder.  I watch the trees and I admire their beauty.  I notice a sunrise and all its glory.   I remember...his touch, his smell, his laugh.  I imagine.... I imagine where he is... What he sees, what he's doing.  I struggle, but I am healing.  I smile more with his memories.  I feel just a little more alive...like maybe there is a future out there for me... Beyond the grief.  But lately the pain seems a little closer to the surface.  My dear friend has lost her son.  She is in pain...I remember that pain.  She is sad...I remember that sadness.  She is angry...I remember that anger.  She is lost...I remember that abyss.  So does it really matter which is worse? No.  And I don't want to take anything away from my fellow widows.  I have had time to heal.  Time for my wound to form a scar. I have had time to think....and I think her loss is worse.

Why? Why you ask.  First of all, let me remind everyone...we are basically splitting hairs.  There is nothing about loss and grief that is easy.  Losing a spouse, a parent, a loved one, a child...it is all painful and terrible and I wish no one had to endure such pain.  But as I think more these last few weeks, my heart aches so much for my friend.  Here is why.  When we find our love, we combine with another to become one together.  We are better people. We build a life, a family.  When they are gone we struggle with so many things.   We struggle with heartache, with learning to function as one again.  We struggle to take care of "our" family, the finances, the house, the emotional loneliness.  When we lose a child... As a mother, we lose a part of us.

For the mothers out there.... Do you remember?  Do you remember the day? Do you remember the moment? The very first time you became a mother?  You were scared, petrified really, that another human being now depended upon you...YOU...for food, warmth, love, life.  But the moment you laid eyes on that sweet little boy (or girl)...your heart grew more than you could have ever dreamed possible.  Now, imagine losing that. That sweet life that every instinct in our body tells us to protect.

I try every day to help my friend.  With the little things.  It's not her fault. Period. Reminding her that she is loved, that we are here when she needs us, that yes ma'am this SUCKS, that he knew the strength of her love, that she has to get up every day and make a little effort even though she doesn't want to because her little girl needs her...now more than ever, and that asking for a little help is NOT a sign of weakness, but a sign that life can go on despite the pain.  Giving her hope that things will improve with time. Unfortunately, the pain will never go away completely. Gage will never go away....because her heart is the size it is because of that young man. One day the pain will be a dull ache and she will find that smile again...Her smile, his smile, their smile. Until that day, I think of lives lost too young, I hug my children a little tighter while I struggle to parent in today's world and I pray.  I pray for healing...Mine, yours, hers.  I cannot imagine the loss of a child, but I know loss....and it hurts.

Goodnight my friends, goodnight my love.  Goodnight my dear friend...goodnight Gage. 💔

Music #27strong

I've always loved music... Different genres, different styles. I enjoy lyrics.  It's poetry really.  Most music is simply someone bringing poetry to life. Adding another dimension to the words and thoughts that dance in our brains. We hear something...a song...the words grab us, or maybe the melody.  We feel something...the music moves us, or maybe the words.  We can relate. It explains our mood.  I am jealous of those who can sing.  Don't get me wrong, I sing.  I am fabulous in the shower...in my car...in my mind.  My sweet Charlee asks... "Mommy sing me a song." As I sing to her, her eyes focus on mine, lost in my voice regardless of whether I am in tune or not.  

Since J died music has played such an important part in my life.  Sometimes a good description of my feelings, others a reminder that life continues on. It makes me smile. It makes me dance. It makes me cry. It makes me train harder, run faster. It fills the silence. It tells me a story. It makes me feel strong, sexy. It touches me. It gives me hope. I have this knack lately of picking phrases and sections out of songs that touch me, mean something to me that others may not even hear.  Within the song they may not mean what I hear from them.  Those of you that follow often and know me ... I'll often post a quote or a phrase.  "life ain't always beautiful...but it's a beautiful ride."  "I see you as I fall asleep, never to touch and never to keep." 😢

Tonight as I watched some you tube videos of one of my favorite groups pentatonix... I heard a random phrase as I thought of my sweet friend and her son.  You may not hear it the same way I do.... But it stuck with me as I kissed my teenage son goodnight, tucked in my moody 13 year old girl, turned the lights off for my 10 year old and put the toddler back in bed yet again.  "Don't you worry, don't you worry child....see Heaven's got a plan for you. Don't you worry, don't you worry child."  If only us parents could manage to not to worry so much.

Goodnight my friends,  goodnight my love, Goodnight Gage...Heaven's got a plan for you.  <\3

#gonetooyoung #27strong

Tragedy - Prayers for #27

I have been meaning to write.  There are so many things that I want/need to write about... but I have struggled to find the time. Tonights entry is not so much about my personal loss, but tragedy in general.  It has been a difficult weekend for my friends and work family...for a wonderful young woman and a close knit community.  Why? you ask...Tragedy.  It happens.  We all know that, we all see it, we all hear it and we all struggle to explain it. But when it hits you close to home....it feels like a dagger right through the heart.  It isn't supposed to happen to me, to us, to my friends.  But it can, and it did.  It happened to me...and my life was suddenly turned upside down.   My husband was gone in an instant and there was nothing I could do to change that.  Now it has happened to my friend.

An entire community prays for good news, while his mother struggles with the thought of life without him, praying for a miracle.  None of us really know what to say to her, to the family.  With someone so young, you can't say "he had a good life."  With someone so healthy, you can't say "perhaps now he'll be at peace."  There is no magic phrase.  "Everything DOESN'T happen for a reason."  Right now... "there IS no silver lining."  There is simply pain and sadness.  Even those with the strongest faith struggle to understand God's plan.  So for tonight, we pray, we send positive thoughts, we kiss our children goodnight and then go back and do it again...and hope.  We Hope.

Tonight I go to bed with a heavy heart.  Good night my friends... good night my love.  Please watch over this young man and his family like you do us.  Miss you.  Love you.  </3
#prayforgage