How is it that I have nothing to offer?
Are we built to forget the experiences of pain?
It was only two and a half years ago that I too, came home after holding my new daughter as she died. I know the horror of the nursery set up. The mockery of a mobile, swinging and playing tunes. The unbareable ache of empty arms, longing for a burden ever so light.
I know these things. I KNOW these things.
But when I look at someone else IN these things....... I have nothing.......
I want to warn them, to let them know that it will likely get much worse before it begins to get even a tiny bit better. But I know no-one wants to know this.
I want to let them know that they are not alone... while knowing, when it comes down to it.... we are all terribly alone in our greif.
I want to let them know that they will survive it, while knowing that their may well be a part of them that does not want to survive it. Because sometimes death has such beauty, and holds something so dear, it does not seem an enemy.
I am left a floundering fool - like the others whom I looked at with disdain - because I have nothing to say except those tired tired words that have well and truley crumpled under the weight we expect them to carry "I'm sorry". How can that give anything? Like this post, it is about me, not them.
But I am sorry.
Little Silas I am so very sad.
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B, sometimes there is simply nothing else to say except that you are here and abiding.
There are no words, even from those of us who weep for our own lost children, that can take away the pain or make it easier. Sometimes just the knowledge that someone else KNOWS is enough... Sometimes, it simply has to be...
I felt the same way. What can I say to make it better? Then the realization that there's nothing to say.
Grief is deeply personal. Your post is powerful because sometimes the things we know are the things which we can't always share for fear of making things less bearable rather than more so.
It is so true, yet I left my comments . . . "I'm sorry." "He is beautiful."
Sometimes I have said, "You will survive even though there are times when you won't want to."
But then, like you said, it is about me and not them because those are the words that helped me.
Hi B, I was hoping I could solicit your thoughts on my most recent post. No pressure, but you are a great writer.
((HUGS))
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