This resonates with me. Not so much for myself but for my family. I knew I would have people that expected me to move on but I also have many people that understand you don’t move past this. You learn to live with the ache in your heart, the hole in your life, the silence in your home. It will always be...
My children don’t have this support. They have pressure and expectations that they should “be over it”. They aren’t given grace when they just can’t do any more.... homework, activities, or even just fellowship. Often times they pack their days full just hoping they will be so exhausted by bedtime that they will not cry themselves to sleep. They lost their sister, their buddy, and their best friend all rolled up in one. Their lives will never be the same and they will never forget watching her take her last breath through tear stained faces.
Don’t misunderstand, they will go on, life will continue, but if you see them, I beg you to give some grace. They look fine 5 months later, but the heart bears wounds that will never be healed. They will scab over and become a little less raw, but they will carry them always.
A plea from a mama’s broken heart
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I still believe in Millie’s Miracle
｡･:*:･ﾟ☆Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
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