Today is my little boy's birthday. He would have been 14 today. He was 7 when we put him in the ground. That means that in a few short months, he will have been dead for as long as he had been alive.
That's a very strange thought for me...
It seems odd that time keeps moving forward. But in many ways, it's a good thing. I no longer 'look' for him as I did when he first died. I'm no longer surprised that he is not around. My grief is no longer shocking to me, it seems normal and predictable and manageable. It's like when your car breaks down the day after you sent in the last payment. I've learned to plan for it.
For all of you who have been inducted into this club that no one would ever join, remember that our God is with you. He is a member, too. You are not alone.
That's a very strange thought for me...
It seems odd that time keeps moving forward. But in many ways, it's a good thing. I no longer 'look' for him as I did when he first died. I'm no longer surprised that he is not around. My grief is no longer shocking to me, it seems normal and predictable and manageable. It's like when your car breaks down the day after you sent in the last payment. I've learned to plan for it.
For all of you who have been inducted into this club that no one would ever join, remember that our God is with you. He is a member, too. You are not alone.
