Today marks yet another year of sorrow-eleven years in the grieving process.
It’s never easy when the month of July stares me in the face. But today, the 28th, is the worst.
Eleven years ago today I learned that a car crash ended my son Matthew’s life. It was, and still is, devastating news.
When I learn of other accidents that claim the life of someone’s child, I shudder. I know what they are facing-not only the day of the tragedy, but years following. It’s not a gentle path.
The crushing rawness of death still invades my heart. It still affects my world. And, it still brings tears and renewed sorrow. It is, in fact, a lifelong invasion that will never completely go away.
The cycle of life can’t be changed. It can’t be undone. It can’t be ignored. But it also can’t be forgotten.
So, every year, the 28th of July, I remember, and again re-live the anguish of the tragedy. But, I also remember the good times. These are the memories that won’t fade with the passing of time.
People often remind me to move on with my life. “Get over it,” they say. But until they experience what I have experienced, they will never understand how a mother’s heart still longs for her child.
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