Comments on: Moving On… If There Is Such A Thing

By: Margaret

Margaret — Sat, 19 Jun 2021 22:22:13 +0000

There’s no moving on .
I find it’s all about learning to live without my son Emotionally.
Learning to live with my emotions.
As they can feel like I am Drowning in overwhelming of feeling of panic & anxiety.

I feel like a plant that needed to find a home with someone who could Nurture it with love to grow .
I could not talk say my sons name for many years .
11 years have pastes
I went abroad on holidays to find peace of mind to be able to switch off from my feelings..
May son loved traveling abroad Especially to the Caribbean.
So I went .
My feelings keep following me it did not make me feel better .
At work today I need to ask people for ID.
I noticed a man was born in 1980.
I said your 41 this year !
Just like my son however he died .
He was shot .
He asked me his name I said Anthony .
I felt the pain .
I can not break down cry at work , however could feel the tears .
I am safe .

I have to learn to talk my sons name.
He told me he knows what happened to my son as he knew my son.
I said to him .
I am told I have to keep talking about my son .
He said yes that’s good therapy .
Gosh I felt the pain & felt the crying .
It’s one hell of a slow process for me.
12 years now .
The trauma of that day stays with me & I do get triggers .
Am told its PSTD
I am safe, will Survive my trauma .
Anthony was 28 years old when he was shot dead .
It’s true for me anyway .
Death is final however death can not kill the emotional feelings of love between my son & I
Time May of moved forward .
It’s helped me grow more emotional intelligent.
My son follows me on this road .
His in my memories he never left .
Only his Physical body gone .
His memories, his energy of love within me will never die .
I just got to keep remembering to Nurture myself with talking about my son to people in the public .
Anthony, Anthony , Anthony .

By: Sherry

Sherry — Mon, 01 Mar 2021 21:03:08 +0000

In reply to Adrienne. I lost my 24 year old son in a car accident 4 days before Thanksgiving last year. I push myself everyday to keep going for my youngest son. I know if I spend one day crying in bed, I won't be able to keep going. I cry everyday, and I don' t see it getting any better.

By: Adrienne

Adrienne — Tue, 23 Feb 2021 22:55:57 +0000

I lost my son in December 2020 at 27 years old. He was supposed to be on a plane to Baltimore for Christmas, but never got on the plane. He was found in his apartment on the couch. I am still waiting for the autopsy to come back to know what happened. I lost people I thought would be there during this time. I’m guess they were making room for people who didn’t know my son but have been a huge support. I don’t want to move on, I want to learn to live with it for my daughter’s sake.

By: Rhonda Roth

Rhonda Roth — Mon, 18 Jan 2021 23:48:40 +0000

I truly feel your last sentence sums it up: ‘The grief is always still there. The love is always still there. You haven’t really moved on. Just forward.’
It’s not yet been a year since our son passed away. I still wonder if I’ll ever find any joy again. I just hope the passage of time will allow me to move forward. Thank you for a well written article.

By: Laura

Laura — Tue, 08 Sep 2020 18:18:36 +0000

My sister says it’s all done and dusted now. Makes me so angry and hurt. She can never understand what I am still going through. I go through the motions of living, I smile I work yet there is this huge hole in my life and this will never be done and dusted.

By: Karen

Karen — Tue, 21 Jul 2020 04:47:27 +0000

I lost my husband April 5, 2015 and 5 years later on July 6, 2020 I lose my son. Its a double whammy and that is what it feels like. I feel like I was punched and all the air came out. I feel drained and exhausted but don’t sleep. Its been 15 days since he’s been gone. We had his funeral and now I’m not sure what to do. I am trying to get back into a routine like I had before but it hurts like hell knowing he’s not on this Earth. He’s not a call or text away. I don’t get his Snapchats or see his posts on Facebook. His boys ask me if Daddy is in Heaven and it breaks my heart.
Then I remember….Gods not done with me yet. I still have something to learn or someone to help. I have three beautiful little boys to help raise and tell them stories about their dad. I’m the only one who can do that. I’m the only one who knew my son better than he did. Gods not done with me yet…I cannot accept he is gone but I have to keep going, for the boys. Always for the boys.

By: Ann West

Ann West — Sun, 28 Jun 2020 18:38:02 +0000

I lost my little man, Clayton, in February 2001, he was 2 1/2.
Next week, on the 4th of July
He would of been, 22.
I hurt as much today as the day I lost him, to a drowning incident in the family pool. I know that I will never be the same again, I have learnt to live with the grief, and I remind myself ….
It’s better to have had loved; then lost
Then to never had at all..
He was my blessing, a gift from God
Unfortunately, his my angel now, I feel him around occasionally, when I take in the signs..

By: Sam

Sam — Fri, 01 May 2020 21:39:26 +0000

I lost my son 29 days ago, he was 24. My youngest child. My baby. My heart. He died suddenly, and was found dead in bed. Nothing can ever prepare you for this kind of grief. I simply don’t know how to survive the pain.

By: Allan Hutchison

Allan Hutchison — Wed, 15 Apr 2020 23:43:35 +0000

My 15 yearold daughter Tianna died in December 2018. It is April now. I cry every day and likely will for the rest of my life, There is no getting over, it devours you. Unless you have lost a child you will never understand. This is 100 times worse than losing a parent or grandparent or spouse or even a sibling. I used to think how long I could live for. Now I think how much longer before I can die. So sad.

By: Rebecca

Rebecca — Tue, 03 Mar 2020 16:35:25 +0000

I lost my 15-year-old son last December. He got into a dirt bike accident. Sometimes I feel numb like it’s not real and he’s going to be coming home and sometimes the pain is unbearable. I feel like sometimes I live vicariously through his pictures and videos it gives me comfort but I’m afraid it masks the reality that he’s gone.