loss-of-a-child

Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

The mindset of loss of a loved one is to understand that the loss will never be undone. You must live with it, like it or not. But, to live well, you must turn that loss into something positive. That way, you can become the best version of yourself; scarred, flawed and unstoppable

When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus. Then your focus directs you: you go back to that _ again and again.Look forward now _ and focus on your passions with joyful anticipation.Then your passion will fill the gap of your loss...and where you land us will amaze you!

When you look back with regret, that (regret, loss) becomes your focus. Then your focus directs you: you go back to that _ again and again.Choose a new rudder: Look forward now _ and focus on your passion with joyful anticipation.Then your passion will fill the empty space of your loss...and where you land up will amaze you!

Think of all the love poured into him. Think of the tuitions for Montessori and music lessons. Think of the gasoline expended, the treads worn carting him to football games, basketball tournaments, and Little League. Think of the time spent regulating sleepovers. Think of the surprise birthday parties, the daycare, and the reference checks on babysitters. Think of World Book and Childcraft. Think of checks written for family photos. Think of credit cards charged for vacations. Think of soccer balls, science kits, chemistry sets, racetracks, and model trains. Think of all the embraces, all the private jokes, customs, greetings, names, dreams, all the shared knowledge and capacity of a black family injected into that vessel of flesh and bone. And think of how that vessel was taken, shattered on the concrete, and all its holy contents, all that had gone into him, sent flowing back to the earth. Think of your mother, who had no father. And your grandmother, who was abandoned by her father. And your grandfather, who was left behind by his father. And think of how Prince's daughter was now drafted into those solemn ranks and deprived of her birthright _ that vessel which was her father, which brimmed with twenty-five years of love and was the investment of her grandparents and was to be her legacy.

Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost.

Without hope we fail to exist.

There are words like __rphan_, __idow_ and __idower_ in all languages. But there is no word in any language to describe a parent who loses a child. How does one describe the pain of __ltimate bereavement_! (Page 50)

No tears are wasted. It is deepest soul soothing.

There is an end to every journey.

The dead person once had a life! This is a misery?