Friday, June 08, 2012

Six Months

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.)


  1. Oh, Annie,
    I feel so terribly sorry. Thank you for sharing your pain so openly with us. I lost a baby during pregnancy and nobody talked to my about it - and I wasn't able to talk, too. The picture of your son's boots and this post brought everything back to me and I'm sitting here, crying.
    It's impossible to forget it, but in the end, what counts are the time we have spent with them and loved them.
    I wish you all the best,

  2. Katrin, thank you. I'm so sorry for your loss and sorry that no one talked to you about it. I hope you have someone who is able to sit with you in your grief now.

    I don't know if it would be available to you, but we have found helpful resources through Compassionate Friends. They have meetings and literature and information on the website. Please know that you are not alone...


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