image by Toa Heftiba, via Unsplash
Whether it’s because our loved one died violently, or somewhere far away, or their body hasn’t been found, we can’t always see our dead.
What happens when we aren’t able to see them? For my family, it meant we searched for my brother.
I’m thrilled to have a new post over at the amazing Headspace, exploring this.
Trigger warning: this post includes descriptions of images of death.
You describe my daughter to a tee. We lost her brother Matthew to an overdose 9 months ago. Somehow I came upon your writing on fb an read your writing. I pray my daughter Melyssa can find some healing like you have. She doesn’t talk about him much bc she thinks she upsets me. I wish she would talk to me to anybody. The pain in her eyes is deafening. Im going to see if maybe she’ll read some of your writings although shes not much of a reader. Lol im a retired reading teacher. She is 30 an has a 15 month old son who eas just found to have a very rare heart defect an needs a heart transplant. I pray to dear God to heal him or find him a new heart. Why do sad bad things happen to good people? How much pain can a human being endure? Life has all but stopped an we try to enjoy rach second bc we fear it could be our last. Im on my phone an can hardly see this so I hope I can save this site an get on my lap top. Its encouraging to see your growth over the years in this little bit I read. Love an blessings to you and your family. Xoxo Pattie
Pattie, I’m so sorry to hear about Matthew. It’s so unfair that your family is going through so much. Thinking of you as you navigate these incredibly tough days.