3/13/2013 8:17 AM
The pain is so deep some days when my son starts to get emotional and tells me how much he misses his dad and how bad he wants him back. My son was 10 years old when he lost his dad on October 21, 2011. Like the song by Mercy Me, The Hurt and the Healer, I feel as though all I can do is breathe when my son falls into my arms and tells me that I just want to hug dad again.
There was no preparation. On the afternoon of October 21, 2011, I had to pull myself together and ask my son to sit down and as I went to my knees and held his hand, I had to tell my son that his dad was dead. That he had been killed in a car accident. Later he tells me that I was squeezing his hand so hard.
I just ask for heavenly peace for me and my son. I pray to always keep his dad's memory alive and to always keep him in our stories.
I have experienced disenfranchised grief since his death. We had been divorced at the time of his death. I pray for the right words to say and comfort my son and just to be there to listen and to hold him as we work and pray through missing his dad.
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