I will never be okay with watching my children process loss and grief. It is more painful than my own sadness.
Watching them try to rationalize the loss, place the feelings somewhere so they are not so heavy, question the relevance of the tears that sometimes fall, search to understand the grief...
They give in and allow the sadness, authentically embracing all of the feelings. Able to carry something that none of us will ever be able to understand. Bravely facing the questions that will never have answers.
With a gracefulness and maturity that the adult mind often lacks completely.
Oh, my sweet, beautiful little offsprings.
If I could carry this knowledge for you so that you could rest in a world that knows no loss or suffering, I gladly would.
Shed your tears.
I will hold you and wipe them.
Willing that those tears carry away tiny bits of your pain.
I will protect you from much in this world.
Reality often carries with it stories that we don't want to know.
Death is a part of living that we all must face.
You do so with much bravery, realness and raw authenticity.
I would be more like you.
My loves.
My hearts.
We walk through this together...
In memory of Sher Kay Toburen 05/30/1952 - 12/03/2014
Cherished daughter, adored oldest sister, doting Aunt/Great Aunt, loving wife, generous friend
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