Every limb feels heavy and the heart inside the body that carries them. I didn’t know grief had such a physical effect. Every move feels like I’m trudging through quicksand. One day I will feel lighter and it won’t press on me like it does now. But today, all the why’s about my son’s suicide are stalking me. I keep saying, “I will survive. I will survive.” And I will. I wish I knew how.
To my boy- You are weighing on my heart today Charles. One of those days I can hardly breathe. I’ve been reading your music and your words. Thank you for leaving me the gift of your lyrics. I love you.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.
See all #griefhearts so far on pinterest or on this blog by #griefheart category.
Love you, A-M. Your strength amazes me–this week rest on the strength of those who love you.