It never goes away? I can't imagine "living" like this .....
My son was so awesome! He will never see his daughter.... We have to decide to put him the ground, or cremate him, his beautiful strong body..... I am so .....empty
I did not realize it was your son, I thought a nephew or friend.
When I say it never goes away, the empty part of the heart feeling. But the crippling heart ache, that you feel undiscribale, that comes down.
The decision of burying your child or creamating is a personal one.
I should be visiting my grandchildren from my daughter instead I visit her grave.
It does help to have a spot I can place her favorite things, A cat yard statue,. Beautiful tangerine small rose, bush. The Angel, Flowers, I can stand above her and weep away, away away......I want to take the people that caused her death and make them allow me to take a sledge hammer to the machine that produced the faulty item that took her life.
I needed the funeral to say good by, I did not need to face buying the clothing she would wear. The ex that wanted a closed coffin, I needed to hold her to the last moment I could.......It hurts, Is there anything that helps Oh, please someone tell us what it is.......I tried it all. Therapy, medication,
The one thing that is helping is keeping busy., I am starting an after care program for latchkey kids, I am starting my own PI business to do family supervised visitations to children at risk, I do field invesstigations for a company part time.
I am also involved in a federal lawsuit to the manufacture or the medication that took my child.....
I used towels for a year to cry and cry. I did one thing I never thought I would, and that was start Lexapro to help calm my racing thoughts and the unending crying. I have ativan as needed for they hyperventalating periords.
I am so glad that you do have that grandaughter to hold and smell her hair. My son not only lost his sister, his half brother passed away in a car accident leaving a son behind this past March.
The kids are affected by panic attacks of the fear of death. My youngest has rarely left the home and has post trumatic stress.
There are no words to fix it. There is time that numbs, family that supports.
Mine is afraid to talk about things as I cry in a moment.
But I DO remember the funny things about my child growing up, share the good things sometimes.
But my heart aches for you and I cry tears for you and for me, For all the parents that face this.
There is no other hurt.
Cry when you have to cry, and look for joy when you can hold onto it.
Across the miles I am holding your hand. If you need anything, I don't know what would help, but I will.
I am a retired police chief, I do not want to make you sadder, maybe we can heal.....
Di
Edited to add:
One small thing that helped. The online Legacy site for those that are sending their love and prayers. I had an online Legacy link form the Obituary and hundreds of my cyber friends from forums we both shared left such beautiful comments. I read it and a year later I printed it to have forever.
I put some wonderful pictures of my dd so those friends could see the beauty she had. Something that no one could have told me would help......