For all the parents who are out there living, walking, eating, even laughing sometimes, yet feeling as though they are empty on the inside.
This is for you.
Losing a child is like losing your life and yet you are still here. Still breathing, still paying bills, still talking about the weather. Still loving those left.
But never, ever, feeling whole.
A life lived in black and white.
A life lived without fulfilment – for how can anything ever replace the little hand you once held. Even if the hand was fully grown at last touch, the mark it leaves is infant. Newborn. Precious.
It cannot be replaced.
So it remains empty forevermore.
If you know someone living this life, be aware that it will never stop hurting. It will never stop grasping the air out of their lungs in the middle of the night.
The grief will never end, it will remain, like a hole.
Love them hard.
They need it more than you can imagine.
#bereavedparentsmonth
