I recently heard a call where a woman had lost two of her boys. I hope that she took your advice and goes to the beach and makes some new friends. I, too, have had a child die.
He was my first born and was 30 years old. It's been 51 months since his birth into the stars.
I always thought that if I lost any of my children, I would have had to be kept in a corner and drugged for the rest of my life to get through it. Thankfully, that didn't happen, because I dove head first into my husband and friends' circle of arms and love.
I realized that even though I lost him, I had had many blessings:
- He lived with me for 10 months before he passed away. I got to be my kid's mom to my adult son every day and hug him and tell him I loved him.
- I have a 16 year old grandson who I love with every being of my soul.
- I have a circle of women friends who refused to let me fall or feel sorry for myself.
- And, of course, I have my husband, who has gone through this with me and been there for me every step of the way.
I didn't want to be like my mother, who was never the same after my brother died. I want my other children to look back and say that I was the strongest woman they have ever known. Thank you, Dr. Laura for being a shining example to those who have loved and lost someone important in our lives.