My name is Lindsay, I am 28 and a month ago at the age of 4 months my beautiful son Jackson died. I felt that my life was over and that I was standing in a dark hole not sure how I was going to get out. This blog will be my way of dealing with my loss and hopefully help someone else who has lost their child. Maybe together we can help eachother heal and learn to live again. I will never be 100% but hopefully everyday will be a little bit better then the day before.
Jackson
“No day will ever erase you from the memory of time”
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Day 6 - What not to say
There are so many things. I have been lucky in the sense that my family has never said anything about "getting over it" or "the new baby will help" or the best "I know what you have been through". Probably the worst thing someone has said in my presence was "oh I'm sure Lindsay has tons of boys stuff she would probably sell you". First of all it was not so much as 3 months after I lost my son but second the only little boy that is going to wear or touch his stuff is his younger brother.
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