Grief support for all coping with the loss of a child
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Hello Friends
I too had to grieve the loss of a son, my baby. I have experienced a loniness (spelling) like never before in the lowest/and or bottomless pit of my belly. It was a thing that man/woman could not help me with. People wanted to help me but the job was too big for them. I buried my family on December 23, 1995. I had a house fire; my 8 year old son, my father and a visiting friend whom none of the three made it out of the house. I was the only survivor of the house fire. It didn't stop there; my job ended shortly after. I tell you, the way you come out of this will depend on YOUR FAITH. It is your faith that will carry you.
I had to learn that God loans us to each other. He loan us our mom, our dad, our children. He LOAN them to us for a given point of time that no one knows. From the moment they are born GOD loan them to us, and as we know from the nature; anytime something is LOANED to us the person that loans it will one day come back to receive it. Our job is to enjoy that loan for as long as we have it, treat and give it love daily. We are all children of GOD, and when he comes back to receive his loan let us rejoice and thank him for the time he has loaned us his child, our mom, our dad.
REJOICE, REJOICE I say, REJOICE, REJOICE.
During those lonesome hours find some quite time and just sing unto the Lord. Sing songs of thankgiving; talk to God, he is right there with you - pour out your feeling to him. Sing until God comes in and soothe the hurt the pain you are feeling. My sister, my brother, I write to tell you it was at my lowest that GOD made me my strongest! HAVE FAITH IN GOD.
GOD BLESS
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Hello all.
I've been reading through these pages and my heart is just breaking; I can't imagine what each of you must be going through. I wish could write a personal reply to every post here, but I don't know what I could possibly say that would help. So perhaps this note will suffice.
And I hope you'll forgive me, as this might be a bit of an interruption. I'm here seeking a different sort of help.
I'm working on a book about grief and loss, and am interested in speaking with people about their personal experiences and journeys--however tangled, however difficult, however unusual--into the deeper parts of those particular oceans.
If you would be open to talking, please send me a message. I have no agenda and no hypothesis; my interest is in truly, deeply listening to stories around death and loss in hopes of discovering what, if anything, helps, and (as importantly) what does not. And if you know of somewhere more appropriate where I might post this, please just let me know.
So very much love to each of you,
Siona
I pray that someone will be able to give you that info. As a mother that recently lost my oldest son, I am still numb and in complete shock. It has been almost a year and I still can't believe he is gone. It is difficult for me to be around his children for that only reminds me that he will never see them grow up. I am trying my very best to get prepared for the next court date wich determines if there will be a trial. My heart is honestly broken into millions of pieces. Never could I imagine something would hurt so very bad. All of the positive words and encouragement does not work. At the end of the day, I have to encourage myself. I have found that no matter how much I hurt, the world will not stop in order for me to grieve. So, I guess the world pushes me to keep living. Problems are not going away, life goes on no matter what I feel. The questions can never be answered and everyday that I wake up, my son is still dead.........
Siona said:Hello all.
I've been reading through these pages and my heart is just breaking; I can't imagine what each of you must be going through. I wish could write a personal reply to every post here, but I don't know what I could possibly say that would help. So perhaps this note will suffice.
And I hope you'll forgive me, as this might be a bit of an interruption. I'm here seeking a different sort of help.
I'm working on a book about grief and loss, and am interested in speaking with people about their personal experiences and journeys--however tangled, however difficult, however unusual--into the deeper parts of those particular oceans.
If you would be open to talking, please send me a message. I have no agenda and no hypothesis; my interest is in truly, deeply listening to stories around death and loss in hopes of discovering what, if anything, helps, and (as importantly) what does not. And if you know of somewhere more appropriate where I might post this, please just let me know.
So very much love to each of you,
Siona
Kristi, how horrible to have to wait to see your son. and the word, evidence, must have made you want to scream. I would have. I didn't see my son in person at all. The medical examiner said I couldn't. Maybe the ME was trying to spare me. What I have in my mind is my son smiling and laughing in a photo and my son asleep at the morgue on a monitor. I know his father and my sons girlfriend were with him so I don't feel Rich was alone. There is a part of me that has a hard time dealing with the fact that I didn't "see" him but I also know that it may have been for the best. and why some people go to jail and others walk, I don't know either.
Betsy...I went thru the same thing. The medical examiner took me in this room to tell me my son died . So I said let me see my son and he told me the same thing.My son was evidence and he was already gone for autopsy. Ans to tell you the truth I wanted to see my child but I didnt want to see him like that. I then find out like a year later that those young men that killed him put the gun in his mouth. I broke down terribly.This is a cruel cruel world.
Betsy, Richards Mom said:Kristi, how horrible to have to wait to see your son. and the word, evidence, must have made you want to scream. I would have. I didn't see my son in person at all. The medical examiner said I couldn't. Maybe the ME was trying to spare me. What I have in my mind is my son smiling and laughing in a photo and my son asleep at the morgue on a monitor. I know his father and my sons girlfriend were with him so I don't feel Rich was alone. There is a part of me that has a hard time dealing with the fact that I didn't "see" him but I also know that it may have been for the best. and why some people go to jail and others walk, I don't know either.
My name is Sunni and I have always really been that way, a sunny outlook on life...I married my husband when I was 18 and had a daughter a year later. We waited 7 years before we felt financially and emotionally responsible enough to have another child and our son was born on July 3, 2003. We were so ready, our daughter was a great big sister, our son slept on my husband's chest as a baby and between us as a toddler. He turned 6 years old last summer and we had a great party with a water slide, I was still trying to convince him to start sleeping in his own room, we went bowling on Sundays and on January 10th of this year he passed away of a rare bacterial infection, usually only found in Cystic Fibrosis patients. I miss him so much, it has only been a few days and his cremation is tomorrow. I feel like I can't handle this most of the time. I miss his laugh and how he held my ear for comfort, I cry all the time or I am numb. Everyone keeps asking if I am going to have more kids, it is awful, how can they even ask such a thing? I love my son, he is not expendable or able to be replaced. I miss him. How do you do it? I can't function....I laid on the couch today for 12 hours, I get lost going home from the grocery store. I am an only child, my mother passed away 15 years ago and my father is 80 and lives 5 states away and as father's go he is pretty cold to begin with. I feel isolated and alone in my grief and I just need someone to say something other than it is going to be OK, because it will never be OK again! Christian is gone and although he doesn't need me anymore I need him.
My name is Sunni and I have always really been that way, a sunny outlook on life...I married my husband when I was 18 and had a daughter a year later. We waited 7 years before we felt financially and emotionally responsible enough to have another child and our son was born on July 3, 2003. We were so ready, our daughter was a great big sister, our son slept on my husband's chest as a baby and between us as a toddler. He turned 6 years old last summer and we had a great party with a water slide, I was still trying to convince him to start sleeping in his own room, we went bowling on Sundays and on January 10th of this year he passed away of a rare bacterial infection, usually only found in Cystic Fibrosis patients. I miss him so much, it has only been a few days and his cremation is tomorrow. I feel like I can't handle this most of the time. I miss his laugh and how he held my ear for comfort, I cry all the time or I am numb. Everyone keeps asking if I am going to have more kids, it is awful, how can they even ask such a thing? I love my son, he is not expendable or able to be replaced. I miss him. How do you do it? I can't function....I laid on the couch today for 12 hours, I get lost going home from the grocery store. I am an only child, my mother passed away 15 years ago and my father is 80 and lives 5 states away and as father's go he is pretty cold to begin with. I feel isolated and alone in my grief and I just need someone to say something other than it is going to be OK, because it will never be OK again! Christian is gone and although he doesn't need me anymore I need him.
My name is Sunni and I have always really been that way, a sunny outlook on life...I married my husband when I was 18 and had a daughter a year later. We waited 7 years before we felt financially and emotionally responsible enough to have another child and our son was born on July 3, 2003. We were so ready, our daughter was a great big sister, our son slept on my husband's chest as a baby and between us as a toddler. He turned 6 years old last summer and we had a great party with a water slide, I was still trying to convince him to start sleeping in his own room, we went bowling on Sundays and on January 10th of this year he passed away of a rare bacterial infection, usually only found in Cystic Fibrosis patients. I miss him so much, it has only been a few days and his cremation is tomorrow. I feel like I can't handle this most of the time. I miss his laugh and how he held my ear for comfort, I cry all the time or I am numb. Everyone keeps asking if I am going to have more kids, it is awful, how can they even ask such a thing? I love my son, he is not expendable or able to be replaced. I miss him. How do you do it? I can't function....I laid on the couch today for 12 hours, I get lost going home from the grocery store. I am an only child, my mother passed away 15 years ago and my father is 80 and lives 5 states away and as father's go he is pretty cold to begin with. I feel isolated and alone in my grief and I just need someone to say something other than it is going to be OK, because it will never be OK again! Christian is gone and although he doesn't need me anymore I need him.
How do you gather friends on this board? Too bad they dont have chat in real time! :( If someone can....request me as a friend so I can see how to do it!
Thanks....still rough...still praying for us all every day.
Love
Mary
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