I feel so lost in my own sadness as I sit here thinking about what you are going through. Honestly, I don’t know how you get up in the mornings and make it through the day.
I don’t know how it feels to lose a child.
I don’t know how it feels. I can’t imagine waking up in the mornings, knowing your precious child isn’t going to join you around the kitchen table.
I don’t know how it feels. As you go into his room, and look at his things, knowing he was there just a few moments ago, but realizing he’s not coming back.
I don’t know how it feels. As the end of senior year is coming up, knowing he’s not going to be walking with his classmates. And when you start receiving those graduation announcements, I can’t even imagine the pain and emptiness you’ll feel.
I don’t know how it feels. I wish I could make it all better with words or actions. I wish I had wise words of comfort.
I’m at a loss. I don’t know what to say when I see you. I don’t know how to not cry, when I feel like I should be strong for you.
I’m sorry for your loss. You are in my prayers, may God grant you the comfort to make it through your days.
