Don’t those of us who have purchased a deathbed for our child just get it?!?
Can’t we meet one another for the first time and feel an instant connection that bonds us forever?
Because despite how our children died, our race, political party, denomination, or our income level, we’re sisters.
Each of us understands that some days your grief survivor self feels like you can conquer the world and others, it has you trapped under a blanket.
We all get that some days you need to wallpaper the house with pictures of your child and others you need to hide every memento of his existence just to survive until lunch.
And is there one of us who doesn’t want to rip Mother’s Day off the calendar?
Every one of us is stifled by the crippling fear of losing another child, aren’t we?!?
We understand when you say you feel like you’re thinking through Jello and walking through quicksand.
Oh boy, do we get it! And you know what? God gifts us with one another to face those scary, ugly, horrible, lonely days.
And even though each of us is fragile and vulnerable; we are somehow strengthened by our connections to one another.
There is healing in facing the Battle of Grief together and praying for one another.
United, we are the bravest women in the world. We are the sisterhood of grieving moms.
I’m thankful for every one of you and the significant role each of you is playing in my healing and growth!