Grief Does Not Expire or Has a Limit Because it’s been 15 Years and We Still Hurt
It’s been 15 years since my family’s, and my life changed. When we realized that life is short and we all take it for granted. Fifteen years ago, our hearts broke to pieces and chattered beyond repair. What we once thought was a wonderful life turned into our own demise, and we had to learn to live with the pain.
They say we will heal and someday be the same as we were before. But that’s not true. It does not matter how long ago it was, we don’t heal. We learn to live with the pain and accept it as part of the rest of our lives. And we are definitely NOT the same as we were before. That dreadful night 15 years ago, we learned about sadness, heartbreak, anger, denial, shock, and grief.
Though 15 years have gone by, there is not a day that we don’t think about our forever 20-year-old angel Richie in heaven. He would have been 35 years old — possibly a parent or maybe not. We missed out on many loving moments with Richie. We know so because Richie had a lot of love for his family. And, in this 15-year journey, we grew closer as a family. I do not have the slightest doubt it was Richie’s doing from the heavens, and we are grateful for that. But we miss him so damn much. I do not think we will ever stop missing him.
Now, 15 years later, we learned about compassion, love, forgiveness, and peace. Still, it does not mean that this day and every day brings sorrow. A sorrow that only we, as a grieving family, can understand. Though you might see us smiling, laughing, and happy, it does not mean our angel in heaven is not on our minds. The thought “if only Richie was here to experience this with us,” follows every smile, laugh, and happiness.
Yes, today marks 15 years since Richie ascended from this world into the spiritual plane. But his smile, laughter, and words are with us daily. And his eyes and handsome face remain ingrained in our memory. Though he is not with us physically, I know he is spiritually. We are so grateful to have been blessed with his life even if it was short-lived. We love and miss him dearly because there is no love greater than the love of our children.
My darling son: Mom, Dad, your sister, and brother love you so much. Rest in peace, Richie.
Diary of a Grieving Mother’s Heart is based on ten years of journaling my grief, anger, sadness, and joys. My goal with publishing this book is for grieving parents to be able to find that place of peace I have reached. The book is available in Kindle version and paperback on Amazon.
Originally published at https://original.newsbreak.com.
