When someone says, “I don’t know what I’d do without my Mom/Dad.”

I just stay quiet, I tremble, I get angry, I am glad they feel safe, I hurt!
See, at 57 I’m still trying to figure that out.

I don’t know how to explain what it feels like to live in a world where their voices are gone, because everyone doesn’t grow up in, nor are they taught by love, honesty, Christian truths, and laughter, talent, understanding, emotional care and faith.

I can’t iust call them when life gets heavy.
I can’t hear their advice,  or even silence on the other end of the phone

The grief doesn’t get lighter. You just get better at carrying the weight. But some days, that weight still crushes you….. today is that day