Today made six months with my son gone. I had a difficult day, and not all because of this anniversary.
No one really knew. Life goes on. Today someone forgot that six months ago, I lost a son. Today people had a splendid day for their family. Today people complained about trivial things. All the while unaware of this remaining hole in my heart.
I finally found a couple of quiet places in the day and told a few people. We talked and commiserated and shed a tear or two. I said something on Facebook about it and several people offered thoughts and prayers and love.
Just do me a favor and be kind and gentle to all you meet, for we never know what pain and burdens others are carrying and hiding behind smiling faces.
Today, I was the one smiling while suffering great pain.
(Pictures taken at a cemetery in Galveston. More on that story in another post.)