Hi Deb, I read your post, “fiere de toi” to have the courage to write. I know it’s not easy, but I hope you continue to feel safe to share.
Merde, 6 months today I buried my son. I’ve been watching the funeral service on replay all day.
His twin sister organised a ‘gathering’ with all their friends at the local on Monday night, I was a quarter tempted to gatecrash just to feel the vibe of young people.
All what my son is missing out on… oh how I want to ‘have a d&m chat’ with him like we used to, right now.
Instead, I’ll keep posting here, where I hope to be heard and understood, because it’s so …. lonely in this unbearable grief.
Deb, I think I mentioned before how I let go of expectations from family or friends a very long time ago. Save yourself the heartache, they cannot get it.
Find compassion in nature, music, or a random smile to an elderly person, that you can always count on yeah.
I’m really interested in this magazine etc of compassionate friends, can you share a link I wonder? Much love Sandy