Twisted Society

Society has it twisted.

Fact:

Society has a sick and twisted idea of being “over” your child that has passed away.

Well, I have news for you society.

This is the third year without our baby Bo.

And Thanksgiving is upon us.

And I’ve been a mess.

A complete mess.

Cleaning the house, preparing items, and picking up his stuffed camo slipper filled with rice.

I touched it to my face and cried.

While I happened to be in his room.

Devastation hits us all.

And it’s NOT a “Time game.”

It’s a survival game.

A game of survival.

But in fact, not a game at all.

It’s about getting up in the morning and asking God to make your mission in this life clear.

And for Him to take a little bit of the hurt away—just so it’s not suffocating.

So you’re able to function. A little.

And still you’re a mess.

A beautiful mess.

Because although you want the pain to subside just a little, that same exact pain that you feel is a bittersweet reminder that love lives here.

That YOU were here,

my sweet little boy.

And when I touched your slipper to my cheek, I was right where we were together.

Three years ago.

On the couch, early in the morning, cuddling and watching your favorite Big Cat Diary show so daddy could get some sleep for work.

My heart still hurts.

I love you, Bo.

Be gentle with yourselves this Thanksgiving.

And years to come.

Be gentle with others.

Because their hardships are so different.

You couldn’t possibly understand.