My son died November 28, 2009. He was 37, and a diabetic. He has a daughter 10. Both were so important to me. His wife won't let me see my grandaughter or talk to her... she won't even answer the phone. So this means my grandaughter and I are suffering and grieving two losses.
This past week I had a very rough day, I wanted to talk to my son so badly....so badly it was overpowering. All I could do was cry, sit with my mouth open with tears running down my face, weeping from the soul. Last night Alabama played for the national championship. They won. I found it a very emotional night as that was my son's favorite team. Others were talking about it, we wept with joy and sadness at the same time.
It seems when it hurts the most for me is when something is going on that makes me think of him in such a way as I have described above, plus angry words from others. There are days I am ok, get by, without crying even though he and my grandaughter are on my mind. Then all at once it hits me and it's like the world has fallen in on me and I can hardly breathe.
I made that very statement to my sister the other night, about the world falling on me. The next morning this song was rolling in my mind and off my lips.
"If he carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders, I know my sister he will carry you."
So that made me feel God heard what I had told my sister and he was letting me know. I was reading the bible yesterday and in Hebrews it talks about a resting place in God. It said there is one and we must find it. I'm trying to find it. Last night, I was so nervous and anxious, couldn't sleep. I had to pray that the Lord will help me endure and and wait on Him now to do what He does and that is to work miracles in my life.
My husband is not very understanding of my grief and my loss and is demanding that I get back to the norm with my life. He wanted me to forget about my son being dead and the loss of my grandaughter. he wanted me to focus on him and his house and his grandkids, make them happy, make everything normal again for them. I couldn't do it. I couldn't grieve or breathe. Every angry word made my grief 10 times worse.
I need my son, I loved my son and my grandaughter. The loss of them in my life has left me empty, lost.
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