Matt, As if May wasn’t already tough enough going through another Mother’s Day without you, then getting my CT Scan done and waiting for the results that would either have me dancing for joy or crying from despair, a mass shooting occurred at a grade school killing 19 children and 2 teachers.
As I watched it unfold I could feel the grief wrapping itself around my heart and soul. I sat sobbing watching the parents begging police officers to go and save their children. Their desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as those members of the police force stood around ignoring their cries doing nothing to help those defenseless children from being slaughtered.
Then it hit. My own grief exploded as I remembered how I was once that parent. Screaming at the medical community to do something to save you. Screaming at both the insurance industry and treatment facilities to act now before it was too late.
All those buried emotions came flooding into my brain as I felt myself breaking apart knowing that those parents would hear those words that would shatter their souls. Your child is dead. And I was triggered.
I sat there feeling helpless. I wanted to reach out and wrap those sobbing parents in my arms never letting them go. I wanted to rush to their aid knowing how the world they knew just this morning had shifted off its axis and was now spinning out of control.
The loss of a child is beyond describing. It’s life altering. Losing your child throws you into a different universe. The pain is palpable and unending. Age does not matter. How they died doesn’t matter. It’s the fact that they are gone forever and we are left behind to navigate a world that is so unfamiliar we are completely lost.
Now these parents will go through the rest of their lives with only memories to sustain them. Just as I have done. These parents will never see the faces or hear the voices of their beautiful children just as I have not seen your face or heard your voice for so long. They will cry everyday for all that was lost and for all that could have been. Just as I have.
I sadly know what is ahead for these parents. Years of what ifs and why’s. Years of blaming themselves for something as simple as sending their child to school. Years of wondering what their child would have been like had they lived. Would they have gone to college, gotten married. They will miss so many milestones that nothing in life can replace. There will always be a large hole in the tapestry of their lives that nothing can repair.
I still blame myself for sending you to Florida thinking if you were home I could have saved you. I still wonder what life would feel like had you lived. I wonder if I would have danced at your wedding and rocked your baby in my arms.
Life after child loss is filled with indescribable pain. It’s walking through life feeling as if you’ve lost your mind and really don’t care if you find it again. It’s watching another parent learning their child is dead and reliving the death of your child over and over again.
Life is a trigger with no safe place to hide. 💔💔