by Lorraine Delia Watcke on Tuesday, October 19, 2010 at 4:30pm
Losing a child is like having your chest torn open and having your heart ripped from your body with nothing to numb the pain.
Then you are left with a gaping, throbbing wound that bleeds constantly day after day.
The bleeding never ends, it goes on for days, months, years.
Sometimes infection sets in and the pain intensifies until you don’t think you can stand it anymore.
All of a sudden, although the bleeding continues, the infection leaves, but only for a short time, lurking there in the open wound, only to surface again.
Maybe next week, or maybe tomorrow, you just never know when.
You try everything to heal the wound but it will not heal.
It is stubborn and persistent.
So you go on day after day, month after month, year after year with this gaping hole in your chest where your heart used to be.
You try to fill it with other things, but nothing can fill the void.
Nothing can numb the pain, nothing can stop the bleeding.