Yesterday marked International Bereaved Mother’s Day, a day that carries immense weight for those of us who have experienced the profound loss of a child.
Reflecting on the day, I found myself navigating a sea of emotions, each wave crashing with its own intensity. Despite the plans I had, I found myself overwhelmed by sadness and a lack of motivation. It's a journey I've come to accept, understanding that some days we must simply surrender to the flow of grief.
In the quiet of the day, I lit a candle crafted in my son's memory. There's a sacredness to this act, as if with each flicker of the flame, a doorway to heaven opens, allowing me to feel closer to him, even if just for a moment.
Unexpectedly, messages from others walking a similar path reached me, offering a sense of connection in the midst of solitude. It reminded me that in our shared experiences of loss, we are not alone.
In sharing this, my hope is to extend a hand of understanding and compassion to those who may be navigating their own journey of grief. You are not alone.
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