For years I have been mourning and not for my dead, it is for this boy for whatever corner in my heart died when his childhood slid out of my arms.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Even with my father and brother dying, I didn't quite process the grief.
Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.
To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.
I have an eight-year-old child, and I literally can't wrap my mind around the kind of grief that must be felt when you lose a child.
My parents were mourning the death of my sister. She was killed in a car accident before I was born, and I didn't know she existed until I was 13 or 14 years old. I knew I was growing up in a house where people were angry and sad.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
I came face to face with death at thirteen years old.
I can mourn internally, just be quiet about it. I have my moments but I'm not a real, expressive person, especially when it comes to like sadness.
When I had to bury my child, I probably didn't start grieving until a year and a half later.
Such is my experience - not that I ever mourned the loss of a child, but that I consider myself as lost!