This incredible work of art is by me, a non-illustrator. If I could have stretched the arms to the edges of the universe, I would have. This is how much I still love my child. Until he died by suicide, I had no idea how much you could love someone that was no longer alive.
But that’s what grief is. The price you pay for having loved someone with all your heart.
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.
This is beautiful and shows how much a mother’s love for her child is not unlike a child’s love. Pure, perfect, boundless, will do anything, everything to try and keep them happy.
And the loss is no different than a child losing their mother. A part of them is gone, their compass, their heart continues to beat and feel but it’s cracked and broken and always feels like something is missing.
The really sad part is when we lose someone we love to suicide due to depression/addiction and the like, it throws us into the very same state they were in. We suddenly feel everything they felt to our core, but we can’t take that way out. We have to stay and live and find a way to make sense of it all because we know they would never be ok with us doing that, it’s never the right thing to do, and our families, friends and even complete strangers need us.
Thank you Charles for sharing your amazing mom with us. I so wish you were still here to help her in her fight to save lives of the incredible people like you, my sister and so many others.
A beautiful comment and narrative Susan. So well said