Choices, not always our own…

Yesterday I removed the “Truman Mom” decal I bought during parent weekend. It has taken me two years and four months to remove that decal. We still have his tubs of clothing and school supplies waiting to be gone through. Each week I think I will have the strength to look through them and move them. Grief has no time line. If anyone says there is, they are wrong. Grief is different for everyone. I do believe we have choices on how we handle it. Each day I still long for his smile, hug, laughter and even his sarcasm.
Loss is loss. Losing a child in any form is unbelievably devastating. It catches you off guard and leaves you in the helpless aftermath of unknown expectations. If you know someone that has lost a child, please just give them a hug and tell them you are there for them. Whether that is one week, one month, or years from their loss. It is almost impossible to put yourself in their shoes if you have not worn them. I pray you never do. For those parents that have endured this loss, no matter their age, or length of time since they physically left you, give yourself forever to heal. It will take that long. Carry your child within your heart, your smile and give to others the love your child would have wanted to give. Life on this earth is temporary. Live today as if it were your last. Share the love you have for your child however you choose. If it means helping just one other grieving family, do it.
When our son was promoted to heaven, a large sense of urgency was placed upon my heart. Urgency to help others, to create something that our son would have loved. (Chosen to Shine) To act and not let this life pass us by. To orchestrate something that would make a difference in just one persons life. I hope that this blog makes you smile, even as I speak of death. Know that there is never a convenient time to make a difference. Seize opportunity while you can and all the while remember to just be held.

Peace & Blessings,

MamaC

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