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PAIN LEFT A HOLE

I have grappled with other forms of grief. I had surviving children with special needs, sick parents and currently I’m going through a divorce. When I remember that I’ve had worse pain with the death of my son in the past, it minimizes my feelings and doesn’t give me permission to feel. It may be true that the loss of a child is THE WORST. But no one can truly know another persons’ pain. I want you to heal. Your pain is unbearable. It is worse than anyone else’s because no one else loved your son as you did. I look forward to the day when you’ll know that having THE WORST pain is over. It won’t be as horrible. Hang in there. Continue reading

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YOU BROUGHT ME SUNSHINE

Today was the 20th anniversary of the death of my five-year-old son, Jason. I prefer to update my blog with some very meaningful correspondence. I also want to share two special songs at the end of this post. My soon to be released audio book will be named “Beside Me Always” in honor of Jason. Continue reading

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HOW SPECIAL YOU WERE

It was eighteen years since I had last moved. My art studio held many areas for me to sort through. I dreaded the process of packing, and I found many excuses to put it off. Initially, it was excruciatingly difficult to tear myself away from working on my audio book and songs. I was so close to finishing everything. But packing was the only way I would be able to move forward so I could exit the tunnel I was in. Finally, I had to accept that I would not finish my book before moving. Continue reading

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I’LL SAY A PRAYER

It was the Yarzeit or Jewish anniversary of Jason’s death day. I put out a memorial candle for him. I decided to attend services at my temple; this was something that I did so infrequently that I could count only a few occasions where I had gone into temple in the last 25 years. I sat with a good friend and she held my hand. Being able to see made such a difference. On the following day, my temple had invited me to share my music for one hour. How wonderful it would be to have my eyesight for that! My gratitude for my life was overflowing. I cried tears of joy as I stood up to say a memorial prayer. Continue reading

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