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Dearly Beloved

God put it on my heart to start a group for those of us who have lost a child, not just in death. If you are struggling with this or have managed to find a way to move forward and want to share. This is the spot.

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Dear Friends,
When I lost one of my sons through suicide, the first thing I asked was "why didn't I see this coming?" The first answer is because we never expect any of our children to preceed us. We like to think they will live long and happy lives but in this society, it is not always the case. In my state of mourning, I realized something else. There are many ways to lose a child; not just in death. Some of us had to give up children for adoption and it still haunts us from time to time. Some of us have lost a child in childbirth; some did not get to carry the baby to term.
Some of us have lost a child through a bitter divorce. I know of a case where the children were told that the other parent is dead and the children were moved so far away that visitation is quite impossible. Some of us don't know where our child is because they ran away. We don't know if they are alive or dead. Some of us have a child in prison, while they are not dead; they are so far away that we are still in pain because of their absence. Some of us have had to excercise "tough love" because of a child strung out on drugs, so they are not as close as they could be.
Then, there is the angel of death, who has taken far too many children in oh so many ways and mothers and fathers are still reeling from the pain. It took me almost a year to verbally say that my son had died. I went through all the steps- anger, denial, blame, depression... I don't remember their order but I know I went through them.
Yet, through it all (yes, I sang that song a lot too), I know what sustained me- Romans 8:28. It is hard to find good in a tragedy but if you are willing to look, it is there. We are a tighter knit family now, who stay in touch and check on each other more often. We pray for and with one another and we reach out to each other more. I have even studied more about bi-polar disorder and share what I know when I speak to groups (especially parents).
Briefly, this is my story. I hope it helps someone. Do you want to share yours? Sharing is part of healing.

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Dorothy Williams

Holiday Blues and Depression 2 Replies

Tonight I am struggling to surface from the deep depression I am being pulled into. My head is saying; "Hold on to God, things are not as bad as they seem". My heart is so full of confusion and pain…

Started by Dorothy Williams. Last reply by Dorothy Williams Dec 5.

Dorothy Williams

Just When You Think The Pain Stopped 3 Replies

You know there have been ties when I have literally blamed myself for the death of my son who was 18 at the time. I made so many mistakes in bringing him up. Being a mother at 19 for the very first t…

Started by Dorothy Williams. Last reply by Dorothy Williams Oct 25.

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Dorothy Williams Comment by Dorothy Williams on December 4, 2009 at 8:47pm
Beautiful as you are!!! He will never be lost to us....Never!!
RuNett Nia Ebo Comment by RuNett Nia Ebo on December 4, 2009 at 1:46am
FALLEN STAR (a poem dedicated to my son, Diallo)
I caught you in both hands when you were small.
I was surprised you let me hold you in my hands at all.
You grew and I always knew I had to set you free.
I opened my hands to sneak a peek and you got away from me.
My fallen star, so small, full of life and glimmer
On your sometimes troubled journey there were days your light grew dimmer.

To hurt, harm and danger, you were no stranger.
You'd try things once, even if; never again.
No one could forget you after they met you. You fought the good fight even when you knew you wouldn't win.
Fallen Star, now we know where you are.
We caught a glimpse of you as you streaked by
to take your place with others like you in the sky.


©2004 RNE (in memory of D.B.G. 1978-2004)
Dorothy Williams Comment by Dorothy Williams on October 24, 2009 at 11:15pm
My heart is heavy tonight. Not much to say. I am going into prayer and then retiring for the night. Keep me in your prayers dear friends.
 

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