A Journey of Tears
I’ve never been a “crier”. I just never was. Not very often anyway. Maybe it was because I saw it as a sign of weakness or maybe I had just blocked those emotions that cause tears.
But life has a way of breaking down those barriers, showing us the vulnerability, we hide inside.
It wasn’t until I encountered a profound loss, that the tears began to flow freely. The loss of my son was more than I could bear. As hard as I tried, I just could not stop the tears. I’m beginning to realize that allowing myself to cry is not a sign of weakness, but a testament to the depth of my love, the brokenness of my heart and the strength it will take to face the emotions head-on. Each tear shed is a part of the journey, a chapter in the story, a release of the pain and a testimony of resilience. Each a landmark of life after loss.
While riding the waves of grief and embracing profound sorrow, just letting the tears come provides a sort of comfort. They become like a silent language, expressing words that I just can’t find, emotions that I can’t put a name to. They allow me to honor my loss, accept my sadness, express those unspoken words and hopefully lead me to healing.
As time passes, the journey of tears changes from torrents of sorrow to streams of remembrance, each tear a tribute to the love and the memories that will always remain. So, no matter where you are on your journey of tears, raging torrents or gentle streams, remember it’s love, its memories, it’s unspoken words and it comes from your broken heart. And you’re not on this journey alone.
Lynn 04/01/2025
Living With Child Loss
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