How about that dreadful, weighted feeling of sadness that's in everything? Like a great bout of laughter that's interrupted by an immediate, sad sigh of regret. It's like trying to inflate a balloon that has this small hole in it. While it's possible to keep it partially inflated, it's never gets all the way filled.
This is what it's like to be a grieving parent. To walk around this world with a piece of you missing. With a big gap between what is and what is not...what used to be and never will be again. Your brain is constantly trying to overcome the heavy fog. Your heart tries to overpower a sadness that is an impossible opponent.
Grief is like a disease. It's a terminal diagnosis. It stays with you forever. It makes the most capable, sane person feel completely crazy. It brings fears and irrational thoughts and behavior of which no one would think themselves to be capable.
The problem with grief is that it is an invisible mask we wear. To the naked eye, bereaved parents, widows, orphans are just like everyone else.
We aren't.
We fight a constant battle--every single day--just to function and to survive this life without our loved ones.
Please...I beg you...have mercy and compassion. For the person you see before you is merely a shell of who we once were. Be patient. Be kind.
Remember, everyone you meet is fighting a battle that may be invisible to others. Problems seem small to you but, for that person, it is their war.
LOVE big and be the change in the world you want to see. A simple smile can change a life. A kind word is like medicine to the soul. One day, you'll be nothing more than a memory. Make it a good one.
Live...laugh...LOVE 💜
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