I am finally here! It really is miraculous that I'm telling my story, today. I truly never thought that I'd ever find my way, or become a real grief survivor. However, I am so very grateful to say that I am, now.
The moment that my greatest life challenge entered my life, was the moment that my survival journey began. 19 years ago, my first born child, my four-year old little boy, Kyle, left this world...but surely not my heart, or the hearts of others that loved him so. After a mere five-month, but intensely fierce battle with leukemia, Kyle's frail, tiny, cancer-damaged body could fight no more. His shortened life, and very unwelcome death, has laid so much of the groundwork for the way I now choose to lead my life. But, until the last few years, I didn't see Kyle's life-changing reminders, at all.
The pain that comes, with the death of a child, is nothing other than indescribable. There are no words, or feelings, adequate to describe what such a painful experience, and loss, does to our hearts, our souls and every part of our being. Yet, the love, and the memories, are truly the gifts left behind.
So, how do I describe what we ultimately learn from our greatest pain of all? Again, there truly are no words... But, in order to help "others" understand such an unwelcome journey, and to help others "like me", I will try.
Somehow, you will survive your child's death, too.
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