#10: The dark hours.
Even after 5 years, I still find myself, sometimes out of no where, sinking into that hole of despair.
I have found in my most desperate moments writing a letter to Aiden brings some comfort. Even though I know he'll never read it, I know deep within the confines of my heart he can feel the love eminate from me as I express how much I love and miss him.
As much as I try to pull myself from that hole, sometimes its just not possible. In this moment, you must reach out. In this moment, you must allow someone to grab your hand and give you strength.
Bereavement is not a task that can be completed alone. I tried, I failed, and I fell on my face. Even the most independent of us, need someone who understands, a hug, a hand, a shoulder.
I have found in my most desperate moments writing a letter to Aiden brings some comfort. Even though I know he'll never read it, I know deep within the confines of my heart he can feel the love eminate from me as I express how much I love and miss him.
As much as I try to pull myself from that hole, sometimes its just not possible. In this moment, you must reach out. In this moment, you must allow someone to grab your hand and give you strength.
Bereavement is not a task that can be completed alone. I tried, I failed, and I fell on my face. Even the most independent of us, need someone who understands, a hug, a hand, a shoulder.
