I love your posts. This was so poignant. I’ve never considered what I would tell my younger self; how I handled trauma, how my father handled it…I was 15 when my mother passed away from cancer. We never talked about it, any of us. No discussion of feelings, coping/not coping, it was as if all evidence of her vanished, as if she had never been there at all. And that is profoundly sad. I love that you celebrate Aiden and that he is very much present in your hearts all of the time. Your posts always stimulate thought. Thank you.
Oh Carolyn! I know that feeling so well. I think we are around the same age so maybe that instinct to put grief away in a closet and never open the door is generational. Our parents didn't have the tools to confront their grief. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. xoxo
I love your posts. This was so poignant. I’ve never considered what I would tell my younger self; how I handled trauma, how my father handled it…I was 15 when my mother passed away from cancer. We never talked about it, any of us. No discussion of feelings, coping/not coping, it was as if all evidence of her vanished, as if she had never been there at all. And that is profoundly sad. I love that you celebrate Aiden and that he is very much present in your hearts all of the time. Your posts always stimulate thought. Thank you.
Oh Carolyn! I know that feeling so well. I think we are around the same age so maybe that instinct to put grief away in a closet and never open the door is generational. Our parents didn't have the tools to confront their grief. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. xoxo