Have to start letting go.
Occupational therapy came over to collect the equipment he had been using in the last month or so. Harder was the Community Nurses coming to take away all the medical equipment, consumable medical supplies and the medicines that littered our spare room. Saw the spare bed for the first time in over two years. Looks so empty now. The wife found it especially hard. She had been responsible for ensuring that we had a months supply of everything. Two car loads of stuff. But they kindly left the bed - the hardest thing to let go.
The wife and I can stay up late, get up late, go for walks, have coffee whenever we want, comtemplate nights out and holidays. But we'd swap it all in an instant to have the boy back. But we can't.
2 comments:
I have been following your blog for quite awhile. I am a blogging friend of Sarah Bickle.
My family experienced a sudden and tragic loss of my husband's sister in 1999. She was my dearest friend...my sister. I know the surreal feelings you talk about. I remember standing in a grocery store staring at the people shopping and wanting to scream "What are you doing???Don't you know she's gone! Our lives will never be the same!!" And our life has never been the same. You don't have to let go, never completely.
Talk about your sweet boy. Talk, talk, talk. Remember and let the emotion come, because this is the beauty of grieving. I firmly believe a person worth loving is worth grieving. It is a living memorial to them.
I am so sorry for your loss and our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Hi Colin,
Know that I think of you and the wife every single day....
Sending peace and strength during this difficult time.
Lucia (ependyparents)
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