My son died 2 and a half years ago, he was 30, I haven’t moved on, come to terms with it, started to heal, let go. Unless you have lost a child you cannot comprehend the the feeling of loss that is so debilitating that your life will never hold the joy of life you used to feel. It’s difficult to explain this to the non bereaved parent, you can only know if it happens to you. That’s not to say there aren’t some great people who try to understand and help, but in the main I can’t engage with life the way I used to and people have expectations of you, you can’t fulfil. In lockdown I haven’t cared about not seeing people and now people are asking ......when shall we meet......as much I want to I’m also scared, I don’t think I’m ready to get back to “normal”, I don’t have normal any more.
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