Roopa Swaminathan talks about coping with grief in her essay and how she battled loss after the death of her parents.
I worry that I may be unable to explain myself with this post.
See…when we lose someone – the loss kicks us back so much that we lose a sense of who we are. That’s natural. We miss those who have left us behind. We miss them all the time. We miss their love. We miss how much they cared for us. We miss how much we meant to them. And when you lose your parents – we wonder and yearn if there will ever again be someone else to whom we will be the be-all and end-all of everything.
While I’m not trying to quantify loss (not trying to measure it by any means) BUT I’d reckon that losing a child is probably the hardest of all losses. I can’t even begin to process what a mother and father go through when he/she loses a child. I don’t have children. But when you carry a child in your body for nine months and literally push them out of your body or you adopt them and then love them, take care of them, protect them, and raise them…only to lose them? I mean – that kind of loss is beyond my purview of understanding.