With many stages to grief it can take quite a portion of a persons life before life becomes livable. I know only to well the harsh road of grieving a child. The sadness, the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the panic attacks and the self loathing that haunts your soul.
I thank myself lucky though, for through all my pain, I had hope and a knowing that my son Ben who was the only one of the 5 who made it into a physical body was guiding me through it.
The soul of a child is so fresh, new and young that it is very easy to feel, see or sense their presence. Ben made his presence known almost with great fierce, to ensure I heard that heaven had no place for me, in my dark days and even darker nights.
Spirit children I believe come to learn and to teach us. A lesson I soon began to realise quite quickly after is tragic unexpected passing in 2003. My life needed kickin in to touch ...
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