Processing
It might be awhile before I really write about this.
This is another day where I sporadically and randomly want to burst into tears. But because life is busy, I have to hold it in most days all day long.
It's hard to process a loss. My heart hurts. It's the time of year where we should all be able to celebrate the gift of LIFE not have to mourn the loss of one.
It's hard to have to try and help your kids learn to mourn... to see their hurt and confusion and sadness when we have to tell them that our friend and neighbor has passed away.
It's hard to worry about those who witnessed and tried to save. Those who feel angry and helpless, who keep wondering why.
It's hard to work up the courage to offer comfort to a widow when you don't have the words and know you might break down too.
It's too hard to write this right now.
This is another day where I sporadically and randomly want to burst into tears. But because life is busy, I have to hold it in most days all day long.
It's hard to process a loss. My heart hurts. It's the time of year where we should all be able to celebrate the gift of LIFE not have to mourn the loss of one.
It's hard to have to try and help your kids learn to mourn... to see their hurt and confusion and sadness when we have to tell them that our friend and neighbor has passed away.
It's hard to worry about those who witnessed and tried to save. Those who feel angry and helpless, who keep wondering why.
It's hard to work up the courage to offer comfort to a widow when you don't have the words and know you might break down too.
It's too hard to write this right now.
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