Today in the news... a helicopter has crashed. A medi-vac helicopter carrying a one-year old little girl and three crew members.
How do you survive the loss of a child? Just barely, and not very well must be the answer.
When my husband's grandmother died 15 years ago, her life-long best friend Pearl came through the receiving line at the wake. As I was introduced to Pearl, her daughter Doris said that Pearl wanted her to tell me about her daughter Joan. Joan was hit by a car in 1943 and died--she couldn't have been much beyond 20 years old. As Doris told the story, I saw one single tear drop rolling down Pearl's cheek.
50 years after the loss and Pearl was still a grieving mother.