I wake up every morning and say hello to his picture on my night stand
I go to bed every night and tell him I wish he was here
I include him in all of our family pictures
I sleep with one of his favorite stuffed animals every single night
I talk about him every single day to his younger siblings and my husband
I hang pictures all over my home of him
I wear a necklace every single day with his picture engraved
I sign cards from all three of my children not just the two here with me on earth
I light a candle every October 15 for child loss awareness
I visit the cemetery where he is buried when I need a reset
I visit the cemetery every single holiday with my family so that he is included
I celebrate his birthday every year at a restaurant with cake surrounded by friends and family
I write in my journal or in the notes on my phone whenever I need an outlet or have a thought about him.
I ask those around us to please do an act of kindness in his name on his birthday
I share my story
I miss our future every single moment of the day
I hang his stocking every single Christmas
I buy him an ornament for the tree every single Christmas
I say I have three children when you can only see two
I worry about my children every night when they go to bed and ask him to watch over them.
I say his name any chance I get
I talk to him when I have big decisions to make or struggles I am going through for guidance
I believe wholeheartedly the white butterfly that flies around my house is sent by him
I watch his favorite TV shows even if I am by myself
I wear sloth apparel and have sloth things because it reminds me of him
I scroll to memories on my phone so that I can be back with him, if only for 20 seconds
I ask him to be kind and give guidance to friends, family and other children who have passed after him when they meet in Heaven
I have a keepsake box from his funeral and life that I bring out to remember him or when I need to feel closer to him
I wonder who he would be and what type of friend he would be
I miss and love him more with each passing second.
I could go on and on with the things that I do as a bereaved parent. If you are a bereaved parent or someone who is close to a bereaved parent what would you add to this list? Do you relate to the things I do? I am sure I can relate to your list along with others out there searching for clarity and answers.
Krysten
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