You think that you are a strong person. You fully realized when you became a parent that occasionally a child will die. You hope to God that your child will never die but you feel that, should that nightmare happen, you would find a way to deal with the tragic loss.
Then you get 'the phonecall'. You may scream, you will certianly cry and shock will become your friend. For a while.
For those first few hours or even days following the death of your child life moves in slow motion. It is all so surreal. Hopefully this shock will get you through the funeral. But shock wears off.
Medication is the route that some take to ease the impossible pain. It is an actual physical pain. Everytime that you think of your childs death you feel as though a semi truck is slamming you against a wall.
I know, I felt that pain for the first two years following death of my son, John.(www.crylo13.com)
There is hope where hope seems impossible. I remember the first time the seasons changed following John's passing. I was infuriated that flowers would bloom and the days would grow longer without my wonder boy here to enjoy them.
The hard truth is that no family, no person is exempt from the harsh cruelities of life. Life will go on. You must go on. In time the accute pain will ease into a dull ache. Life will never be the same. A new normal must be found. The sun rises every morning and the earth is constantly revolving. It is the essense of life to go forward. elizabethfinnegan.freeservers.com