"When you lose a child, you also then lose you...."

I love this poem. Again this woman speaks what's in my heart. Only someone who has suffered such a loss can understand. I wish I could express myself so beautifully.
I miss him every minute of every hour of everyday. My life was meaningful then. I can remember being told what happened and I too died that day. I only exist now and this is only for the sake of my remaining kids. Not because I love them any less but because as a whole they were my life. I miss my baby so much. At the time he was 209lbs. 6’5” and 23yo but still my baby.
With turkey day passing I miss him even more. I loved cooking for him. He loved my food. I remembered one year he took different samplings and went to the neighbors to offer a taste. He invited families over who wouldn’t otherwise get any turkey that day! I'd come home from work, I'm a single mom and always worked the holidays, and there would be strangers in my home he'd have to introduce me to!
What a heart!! Freaky sometimes, but just another side of his generosity. (Smiles)
I miss his presence, his personality, all his qualities, I miss my baby.
Thank you again Lyndie.

Another anniversary of the day that I lost you
It's really very simple, that day I lost me too
Although I try to find the me that I used to be
I will never find that person, for she is lost to me

I know it sounds confusing to those that have no clue
That when you lose a child, you also then lose you
It sounds like one big riddle that I should work on through
But there is not an answer, not one thing I can do

Grief is what has come to me and changed me from within
It has burrowed deep inside of me, like it's a second skin
No one should live on this way but there was little choice
When grief was handed out to me, I didn't have a voice

I often wonder who I am since losing my sweet child
In the world in which I live in, I've been forced into denial
With every anniversary that marks another year
Are thoughts that come from others, that my pain should disappear

I am a mother who has lost a child on a tragic day
And with that loss it took my dreams, and visions far away
I would have chose to leave instead, for life is not so good
For all that ever mattered, was my son and motherhood




Lyndie Sorenson
©copyright July 2007