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To my dead son...
Dear Son,
I haven’t written in two months. You would be four months now, had it all gone well...
It’s been eight months since your premature birth and death.
The pain is still fresh
The tears fall faithfully each day
The heart wonders if it’s better to faint now or wait for a better way
It’s been eight months since... & I’ve already forgotten what my face was like, before the streaks of tears became a permanent wear.
With love,
Your unworthy mommy
I haven’t written in two months. You would be four months now, had it all gone well...
It’s been eight months since your premature birth and death.
The pain is still fresh
The tears fall faithfully each day
The heart wonders if it’s better to faint now or wait for a better way
It’s been eight months since... & I’ve already forgotten what my face was like, before the streaks of tears became a permanent wear.
With love,
Your unworthy mommy
Published 1st Jul 2019
Author's Note
I write what I cannot say to anyone. My treasured secret is my son who died at birth, I grieve alone. Yet, I’ve found hope in Christ who has taken me in and bandaged me. While I live I will grieve with the hope that I will be reunited when God calls me home to Him.
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Hello
Welcome to the DU. Herewith in this envelope a virtual hug, which you are welcome to use when ever the need arises.
It doesn't get easier, it doesn't go away. We have to deal with the pain and you have chosen good ways of dealing. Through your religion and belief coupled with your letters, which I hope you keep hard coppies of and read regularly. You will find ways to ease the pain. I pray this to be true.
Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing.
Best wishes
Al
I'm glad you've joined us here, it is important that you are here. Thank you for sharing this very personal letter. I'm richer for having read it.
Welcome to the DU. Herewith in this envelope a virtual hug, which you are welcome to use when ever the need arises.
It doesn't get easier, it doesn't go away. We have to deal with the pain and you have chosen good ways of dealing. Through your religion and belief coupled with your letters, which I hope you keep hard coppies of and read regularly. You will find ways to ease the pain. I pray this to be true.
Thank you for being here and thank you for sharing.
Best wishes
Al
I'm glad you've joined us here, it is important that you are here. Thank you for sharing this very personal letter. I'm richer for having read it.
