Wednesday, May 9, 2012
A Brave Face
I think I'm ready to start making sense of this. I think I'm ready to focus on healing. I think I'm ready to slowly peel this brave face away and explore the pain and grief. I think I can explore what caring for, loving, and one day losing a terminally ill daughter means. Or can I? Maybe this will never make sense to me. Maybe losing a daughter or son doesn't ever make sense.
I'm sure I will look back on this in years to come and my pain will make sense to me. Maybe it won't. I don't now.
A special request and plea for help from other Moms in a similar situations: How else do you do it? I am exhausted. I am grieving. I am lonely. I have a brave face, but I'm wondering if it's the best way to be?