There is life after death:
When my son died, I faded and died with him. Though I was still breathing, functioning, and moving, my heart was shattered; my life destroyed; reality was bitter; my 'life' felt over.
Years passed, and I awoke one day with a new sense of self. My life didn't have to and shouldn't end because Aiden was no longer on this Earth; I had other children who needed their Mommy; I had Aiden who needed me to fullfill his purpose.
There is life after death, you just have to learn to live with death.
Below are links to how I manage through my own experience. The entries are not in chronological order because we don't grieve in any order; emotions are raw and sometimes relentless. Please click below to read more.
Years passed, and I awoke one day with a new sense of self. My life didn't have to and shouldn't end because Aiden was no longer on this Earth; I had other children who needed their Mommy; I had Aiden who needed me to fullfill his purpose.
There is life after death, you just have to learn to live with death.
Below are links to how I manage through my own experience. The entries are not in chronological order because we don't grieve in any order; emotions are raw and sometimes relentless. Please click below to read more.
