I Have Lost a Child

There is no way to describe the feelings you go through when losing a child. When my son was recently killed in an accident, I was not only saddened but angry at the world. And, of course, angry at who or what ever hit him.

Yesterday, I had a friend take me out on his boat to spread my son's ashes at his favorite surf spot. I was nicely surprised to see that a few of his surfing buddies were already there on their boards waiting for me to share in this moment. It was nice to see that he was cared for enough to have them want to be there. I didn't even realize the word had spread. I thought it was just going to be me, his partner, and the driver of the boat. But, I was wrong. Pleasantly of course.

As I spread his ashes, his partner read a poem that he had written the day after the accident. It was touching and full of love. Of course, I cried as I listened to his words.

When the ceremony was over, my son's partner took me out to lunch and we shared our favorite memories, had some good cries, and some laughter, which really felt good. It's was just what I needed to feel somewhat better about the situation.

I am here back at work, feeling like I've had the chance to say my peace, and to feel a bit of closure. While I continue to mourn, I think I'll be okay.

Goodbye, my dear son. Rest in peace.

xoxox

Peaches · F

I found this poem and thought of you sis...😔💕💙🌟

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! 😘

JoyfulSilence · 46-50, M

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I am glad you had a nice ceremony with family and friends.

Every time you walk on a beach and hear the waves, you will remember his voice. When you see the sun sparkling on the surface of the ocean, you will see his smile. When the salt spray tickles your cheek, you will rember his kisses. When the sea birds swoop and dance above the spray, you will remember his grace. When whales leap on high, you will remember his joy. When you dip your toes in the tides, he will embrace them. When you see the stars above the deep expanse, you will recall all the lives he had touched. When you see the moon set into the uttermost West, and sink into the sea, he will embrace it like he did you, and soft rays will shine on the shores of hope, and turn the pools of remembrance into silver wells of peace.

May he rest in peace.

May you find peace, too.

Peaches · F

@JoyfulSilence I'm just sitting here in tears, 😢💙this is soooo [i]beautiful!!!😌💗[/i]