“I haven't changed, but I know I ain't the same.”
The best gift you can give a parent who has lost a child.... is remembrance. 2 years of what-ifs. 2 years of should have been. 2 years of why. I've had time to think, recall, and to remember. I can recall holding that precious life that left entirely too early. Cradling that body, hoping against hope that it was a bad dream. That I'd blink, and it would be a bad dream. I remember what people said. The service, the tears. A cold bitter wind at the cemetery. I sit here tonight, tears rolling down my cheeks in memory. I know the pain doesn't leave. I know my soul adapts. It still hurts though. That past 2 years have been sobering, hopeful, sad, and amazing (both good and bad). Through tragedy, rises hope, like a phoenix. I am thankful for an outpouring of support, then and now. Now, through the storm clouds, the rain and despair, is a chance of hope. For when the rain stops, a rainbow app...