I have lost friends in their 20's and 30's. It hurt.
I have lost my grandparents when I was in my 20's. It hurts.
I have lived with those losses, I have cried and grieved but for the most part, my life has carried on.
I lost my son aged 22, that loss has destroyed me. Nothing in the world can prepare you for that pain. I get up every morning, I get dressed, I go to work. I see friends, I cook and clean. I look as though I am getting on with life.
My life ended the night my son was found. I am going though the motions.
There is no loss as dreadful and destroying as the loss of a child, it doesn't matter whether they were newborn, toddlers or young adults. It is the loss of opportunity and promise. It is the loss of all your hopes and dreams. It is the agonising realisation that you cannot kiss everything better.
It is knowing that you will never see their smile, hear their laughter or wipe their tears. It is knowing that you will never see them get a degree, married or hold their newborn in their arms.
It is watching their siblings needing you to have the answers and you don't have them. It is watching your other children realise that mum cannot make everything ok.
There is no loss like it. The people who belittle our losses by likening them to loosing their dog/cat/elderly grandparent haven't got a clue and hopefully never will have.
to Expat, MrsD and Everlong.