Imagine

By Angela Miller, A Bed For My Heart

Imagine being separated from your child for the rest of your life. Imagine never being able to see him, touch him, hold him, hear his voice, his laugh, or see him smile again. Imagine a violent period permanently placed where there should have been the endless run-on sentences of childhood. Imagine your garage filled with sharpie-marked boxes of your son's entire life, the clothes he wore yet will never wear again. Imagine you took the last picture of your child without knowing it was the last. Imagine.

Imagine not being able to watch your child grow up. Imagine waking to a living nightmare that never ends. This is how child loss feels, every second of every day, for bereaved parents everywhere. This is why grief lasts a lifetime.