Excerpt from book It’s My Time To Grieve by Phoebe Leggett
“A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more” (Matthew 2:18)
Losing a child in death can easily be the most devastating experience of a lifetime. If your child was stillborn, or lived to be ninety years of age, he is still your flesh and blood.
A part of you will then die when your child does. Death is cruel, and the after effects painful. Yet age has no bearing on this certainty. The emotional aspects of your loss will be catastrophic.
When a child you’ve waited for, cuddled, dressed, fed, and loved with every ounce of your being dies, it’s enough to make a parent go insane. Although my child was twenty-two when he passed, he was still my baby. That truth will always be our bond.