Ripples of Emotions: Yearning for a Missed Loved One
Hello, #HiveWorld! I seldom post an article on the #Hive platform, yet whatever I do, I miss blogging. Here I am today, sharing my thoughts with you as today is my son's 1st death anniversary. Bare with me as a mother spilling out her grief for her lost child.
The vibrant hues of life become muted as the weight of loss descends upon me like a heavy fog. Every breath seems laborious, and every second serves as a reminder of what has been lost. The anguish of missing someone who has passed away is unmatched, leaving a void that can never be filled.
Though he is no longer with me, the memories of his warmth, smiles, and laughter cling to me. It is impossible to ignore his absence; it is a continual reminder of the emptiness he left behind. I discover myself meandering through the chambers of my thoughts, seeking glimmers of his existence, only to be confronted with the sobering fact of his demise.
His strange methods of bending and twisting time make it hard to imagine living without him. I hold on to the times I spent with him, the memories we treasure, his gentle murmurs, and the aroma of his scent. I am deeply connected to my son and I miss these memories, which eventually form who he is.
His whispers broke the stillness. Through the shadows, his smiles are visible. I wish he could have one last laugh, one more minute together, one last talk. Regretfully, those incidents are now permanently ingrained in our past together.
The outer world continues, unaffected by my suffering. The time marches on unabatedly, the seasons shift, and the setting sun disappears. For me, though, time has stopped. I am bereaved of the memories I am incapable of making and replaying the times I loved, caught in a never-ending cycle of sorrow. The small things, like a fading picture, a worn-out chair, or a treasured book, can bring me comfort.
These material treasures let me feel short-term feelings and tranquility by bringing me next to the one who I missed. I treasure the memories along with the affection he has created; in turn, I stay on to these keepsakes.
As the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, the ache evolves. It's no longer a sharp stab, but a dull throb, a constant companion that shadows my every step. I learn to navigate this new reality, to find ways to honor his memory and to keep his legacy alive.
In the stillness of the night, when the world is hushed, and my defenses are down, the longing becomes almost unbearable. Tears fall like autumn rain, washing away the facade of strength and revealing the vulnerability of my soul. It's in these moments that I confront the depth of my loss and the profound impact he had on my life.
And yet, even in death, my beloved son continues to teach me. He shows me the beauty of resilience, the power of love, and the importance of cherishing every moment. I come to understand that grief is not a sign of weakness, but a testament to the strength of our bond.
As I journey through the landscape of sorrow, I begin to find ways to heal. I create new rituals, new traditions, and new ways to honor his memory. I learned to smile again, to laugh again, and to find joy in the memories I share.
Though he may be gone, his presence remains, a gentle whisper in my heart, reminding me of the love we shared, and the memories we created. I hold onto these echoes, these whispers, and these memories, knowing that they will forever be a part of me.
The Legacy of Love
In the end, it's not the grief that defines me, but the love we share. It's the memories we created, the laughter we enjoyed, and the moments we cherished. My beloved son may be gone, but his legacy lives on, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
- Photos are my own
Thank you again for fetching around my blog and allowing me to share with you my unwavering thoughts and unblinking moments. 🌹🕊️ Thank you, #ASEANHiveCommunity, @justinparke, and family, for the unwavering support and understanding of my long silence.🌷❤️
Namaste,
@diosarich 💕🌷
About The Author
A feisty artist and writer who balances her time penning poetry, soul-stirring content, and flash fiction, sketching, and designing by using fresh blossoms, needlework, gardening, baking, and caring for her partially impaired vision Mom after her intellectually and physically challenged son passed away. She explores unexpected views that ignite her zest for life.
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You are a strong mother I know you can overcome all your sadness. When you missed CJ just embrace his picture and tell him your thoughts, he is happy where he is now...
Thank you, Sis. With God's help, I slowly moving forward. I always pray for the new chapter of my journey in life every day. God has always shown me the way to go on with life without my beloved son, CJ.💕🌷🕊️
Virtual hugs Ate Joyce! 🤗🤗
Thank you,dear @me2selah. Virtual hugs back to you.😘
CJ is looking down on you ate Joyce from Heaven. He is always with you now. What a great read your post is, always with so much feelings.
You are strong and brave, you are a tough soldier of God.
He sends his bravest soldiers to his toughest battles!!
Time seems to fly by so quickly. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for your encouraging words of love, @aideleijoie. God truly is good at all times. He brings remarkable people like you into my life to lift my spirits, and for that, I am incredibly thankful. While the weight of my grief gradually lessens with each passing day, the cherished memories of my son, CJ, continue to fill my heart. Though he is no longer here with me, I find comfort in knowing that I have a loving angel watching over me in heaven.💕🌷🕊️
How time flies so swiftly by.... it's been a year since CJ departed. We've felt his sufferings and happiness through your testimonies here that he has become part of your journey here on hive. We feel your sorrows sister and I,for one, can relate to that having lost 2 siblings too yet all we can do is cherish those precious moments they've been with us. Today my dear, be happy that CJ is up there watching over you. Sending hugs!
Yes, Sis @sarimanok, it’s astonishing how quickly time passes; at times, it feels like I barely notice it. In the wake of CJ's passing, I truly believe that God has placed remarkable people like you in my life to lift my spirits and guide me back to a place of hope and joy. The journey of adjusting to my daily routines without my precious son CJ has been incredibly hard for me. Yet, as I slowly navigate through this challenging journey, I find gratitude in each new day I wake up, eager to embrace the fresh possibilities ahead. While the struggle has been real and often overwhelming, I have managed to persevere, holding onto the new hope that God has graciously provided. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sis, for being a source of strength and support during this time.❤️🌷🕊️
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I am also grateful that I am a member of this incredible community that has unwavering support for all members. Thank you so much.❤️🌷
I miss CJ especially when I used to talked to him in the phone.
Yes, Sis @antonette. I vividly recall how, each time you engage in conversation with him, he becomes fully engaged and listens with genuine interest. A warm smile spreads across his face as you speak, reflecting his happiness and delight in your words. It’s clear he cherishes these moments, not just with you, but with all my friends who take the time to chat with him. 😊💕
I know your son is looking at you ma'am @diosarich. His your angel and his love always remains she want you to be strong and happy. Slowly recovering and happy
Hello, dear sister @usagigallardo015. You are absolutely right; he truly is my precious angel now watching over us from heaven. I can sense his presence surrounding me in every moment, offering comfort and warmth. Each day, I find myself growing stronger, even though the sharp pangs of grief still linger in my heart. I hold onto the beautiful memories we created together, treasuring those moments that continue to bring me joy amidst the sorrow.💕🌷🕊️