We bear them. We raise them. And sometimes we bury them. There is no actual word for losing one's child.
Bereft is what fits. Lacking something needed.
But that says nothing about the agony of losing your child. However, it is the only word that can be used. None other has been found.
Not usual. Not expected. Bereft.
Mine died on Morphine. Colon Cancer killed her. I took in her last breath..I gave her the first. God help me for not doing more.
For all the mothers who grieve...LL2 and Me...the millions of others, whose children die of starvation, murder, molestation, bombs, napalm, atomic fire, floods, fire, auto accidents....we mourn, we keen, we empty ourselves only to be replenished with more of the same.
Losing a child cannot in any way compare to any other loss. Believe me, I have known them all. Parent,best friend, husband.
You see? It was our job to keep them safe. And somehow we failed. No matter what you say..no matter the platitudes and the words of condolensce...we...we the parents of lost children, understand. Our cries come from another place...deep inside of our primordial being.
We know each other when we search for angels at a garden center on memorial day.