When your parent dies, you become an orphan.
When your spouse dies, you become a widow.
But, when your child dies...there is no word for that.
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Lydia's 27th Birthday, July 14, 2007
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You are right, nothing prepares us for the loss of a child. It’s supposed to be their job to take care of our mess when we depart.
I don’t know what name should be used for a grieving parent. I do know this; most of our kids wouldn’t want our new name to be “Martyr”. They wouldn’t want us to build a shrine, or refuse to reuse their room. Most would simply want us to keep living; keep on keeping on, my Dad would say. It is in our living that we honor them. The grieving will never cease, but the wound on the heart will develop a tough scar that allows us to remember, grieve, cry, smile, enjoy, love and do all the other things that make us human. And there is no need to rush, we all heal at our own pace.
From your writing, I’ve assumed you are Christian; this means you know Lydia has only said “au revoir”, “see ya later”. Keep her in your heart, talk of her freely, but most of all, live as if she were in the next town, simply waiting for the time of your moving in with her.
God's peace...
Burgie
Thank you so much, Burgie. I have been in a dark place all weekend; your words have lifted me up and made me smile again. God bless you, too.
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