I had a miscarriage 20 years ago and it hurt deeply.
But I lost my beautiful 24-year old son to an accident in January and it is like being in hell.
I quit work (Mr. Bee is very supportive, though it was not his child) and am on this board a lot for one reason: distraction. I also read constantly - novels, grief books, and see a therapist once a week and go to the gym.
I do my share of crying and the black hole in my heart continues to deepen. I just got a call from my son's dad - he is having a particularly bad time and is torn to pieces today. We are leaning on each other and, in some ways, going through the phases of grief together, and with the support of our respective spouses.
Last Mother's Day it was brunch with both my sons and grandson at the country club. This year the Bees board a plane on Sunday for France. I'd give anything to be able to go back in time. I know I will survive, but from here I don't see how.
I'm sorry to be a downer, but the topic grabbed me.