This journey is one that you pray you never have to take, and anyone you know.
It is long. It is painful. It is sad, terrifying. It is having all the love in the world for someone but not being able to give it to them.
It is missing things that you should be attending just like other parents. Graduations, sporting events, fun events, birthdays, holidays, road trips, family dinner, church, everything that you want to do with them but, you can't.
It is a journey that they say makes you stronger but lets be honest, theres nothing strong about someone that cries. There is strength in the god fearing parents. There is strength in keeping your faith when you want to fail. Maybe there is strength in crying because when you are give out, you cry.
They say it gets easier. It doesn't. This year has been the hardest on me. There are days I don't know how I am still alive because honestly, its so hard to even breathe. But, I don't give up. I don't give up for Lezlie and Zach and a few others. Even though, even though I would in a New York minute if I could.
This journey is for no one. Not the strong. Not the weak. Not the righteous, no one. Why? We should NEVER bury our children. NEVER.
Before you sit and pity someone for the minor things they constantly complain about, look at the grieving parent - I bet you will realize how petty some things can be that people complain about. After all, we buried a piece of our heart and soul. Yet, we are begging for pity or attention.
Mark 5:36 "Don't be afraid, just believe."
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