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I drove to the cemetery after work yesterday. As I pulled into the road nearest Tom’s spot, I saw a gigantic bouquet of birthday balloons on one of his neighboring graves. I have never seen so many balloons at a cemetery before. As I walked past it, I felt that combination of joy and sadness you feel when someone has been so lovingly remembered in their absence. I walked to Tom’s grave and sat in front of the headstone like I always do. As I sat ...
My grief for my son, Tom, goes in waves, and lately it has
felt like a tsunami. I am overwhelmed at the emptiness his absence creates. I
still yearn to hear, touch, and even smell him as my desire for connection has
not dissipated over the four years he has been gone. I have learned to
acknowledge and even savor these moments because Tom is a part of me, and I
have not and will not stop loving him just because he no longer walks visibly
beside ...
