There is something I don’t know how to do. No one can help me do it. It goes against the grain of everything I know.
How to accept. That he is really gone.
How does a mother ever accept that her child that she raised and loved and felt his warm skin is no longer? It is incomprehensible.
I watched him learn to walk and throw and ball, ride a bike and play baseball, lay in the warm summer sand, play with his friends, catch frogs and minnows and crawdads….I can’t keep going. There are too many things.
I have terrible gripping anxiety, it makes me physically ill.- it’s telling me to accept this and all my rational thought says I have to.
But I can’t.
It can’t be.
I sat in a meeting with principals and administrators and friends planning a basketball game in Lucas’ honor. We talked logistics, dates, numbers, etc. etc. and I just sat there numb.
Do you realize you are talking about my little boy? He should have been walking those halls when I walked in the building. He had life and warmth and blood pumping through his veins less than a month ago. He should have come home to me that day and gave me a hug and said “how are you momma?”
It’s not just unfair is wrong and cruel and malevolent. Death is not the way God wants things.
We can NOT accept so many things- war, cruelty, abuse, hunger, poverty, violence…
But somehow I have to accept my beautiful boy is gone.