ask me if I'm over it yet.
I'll never be over it.
PLEASE, don't tell me he's
in a better place.
He isn't here with me.
PLEASE, don't say at least he isn't suffering.
I haven't come
to terms with why he had to suffer at all.
PLEASE, don't tell me how I feel,
Unless you have lost a child.
PLEASE , don't ask me if I fell better.
Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.
PLEASE, don't tell me at
least you had him for so many years.
year would you choose for your child to die?
PLEASE, don't tell me God never gives us more than
we can bear.
PLEASE, just say you are
PLEASE, just say you remember my child, if you do.
just let me talk about my child.
by Rita Moran in "The Compassionate Friends" newsletter
I exchanged the words "she" and "her" for "He" and
The heart has eyes that the brain knows
would rather walk with God in the dark than go alone in the light
~Mary Gardiner Brainard
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