“Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair”
Each day seems to get harder and harder. I miss my boy and nothing will ever bring him back.
Mason was my shadow for 11 years. I try not to compare losses. I am curious though as to the differences in them (if there are any).
Like a miscarriage. Brandi was pregnant earlier this year. We lost the baby just before Mason passed. Was that the same? To me it wasn’t. And yet it was. I was very upset over losing the pregnancy. It paled in comparison to losing Mason.
Fortunately, I haven’t lost any other children. I hope I never have to. Don’t know if I could survive that (more on this later).
My uncle passed away last year. His mother, my grandmother, is still alive and kicking. Going strong for the most part. I have wanted to talk with her about it, but I really don’t know what to say. Like me, she has lost a child. Granted, her ‘child’ was 67 years old. But it was still her child.
Is there any difference? Miscarriage? Stillbirth? Infant? Toddler? Child? Teenager? Young Adult? Adult? Senior? I don’t know. While I am curious, I really don’t want to know. If I have learned anything about this whole ordeal, it is this. You don’t “KNOW” until it has happened to you. I don’t want to experience that again. I can’t experience it again.
I Love You, Son. I Miss You So Very Much.