Thanksgiving Day was not even over this year when Black Friday rushed in like a runaway train. I hope as people abruptly switched mode from thankfulness to Christmas shopping and all the festivities of the season such as: office parties, school plays, the hustle and the bustle, planning holiday meals, stressing over prickly relatives; they don’t forget what it truly means to be grateful for what one has. As the old saying goes,
“We don’t appreciate what we have until it is gone.”
Those of us who have lost a loved one, especially a child, know this too well.
I barely survived my son Jonathan’s funeral. It would be the last time I would see his earthly body.
For one, I had a splitting headache from the grief, the stress, and sleep deprivation. It felt as if the same icepick that had been driven through my heart had also been driven through my skull when I numbly sat a few feet from the coffin that held my son’s body. Continue reading