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Black Hole

Yesterday was two weeks Two weeks since my son was pronounced brain dead How am I alive? how have I worked this week? how has the black hole of grief inside me not taken over completely? I have driven, I have operated the stove, I have functioned adequately at work but there are times that time seems to stop and I go to a place in my mind where the pain is so big and raw and all encompasing it feels like I stop being.............. So has two weeks gone by? How am I here? How do I live on?

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Unseeking Seeker

Date: 5/31/2025 8:51:00 AM

So painful and tragic. God alone can provide the strength to cope with such terrible darkness.

Kathleen Hassall
Date: 5/31/2025 4:49:00 PM

True, I do know God and he is holding me close. I am truly living day by day.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/31/2025 8:04:00 AM

To lose a child or a spouse is the worst. Time moves on…like you said, we don’t know how. Be kind to yourself. I know the “fog” (((hug))) Lost my mom 4 years ago. The silence is deafening. I did write things down and also texts & msgs. I can then remember how far I’ve come. Write down dreams and whatever else. Your grief is your own. Let no one tell you how long it lasts. Hope you find solace - prayers

Kathleen Hassall
Date: 5/31/2025 4:51:00 PM

Thank you Kim. I am still somewhat numb but the pain sometimes takes my breath away. I appreciate any and all prayers. They are truly holding me up.