En blogg från hjärtat på en trasig mamma. I den ena handen, håller jag ett barn, som bor i himlen. I den andra handen håller jag två barn som bor kvar på jorden. En blogg om att tvingas överleva en tragedi av värsta slag.
måndag 10 mars 2014
Sömnproblem och Ångest!
Ville skriva något... Men ni har hört allt förut. Mina tankar kliar. Ångesten bränner. Paniken kommer krypande. Kan inte somna. Mardrömmar väntar. Jag vet det redan.
Please don’t tell me you know how I feel, Unless you have lost your child too, Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal, Because that is just not true,
Please don’t tell me my son is in a better place, Though it is true, I want him here with me, Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear his voice, see his face, Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is time to move on, Because I cannot, Don’t tell me to face the fact he is gone, Because denial is something I can’t stop,
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had, Because I wanted more, Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad, I’ll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me, That you will listen when I talk of my child, You can share with me my precious memories, You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don’t hesitate to say his name, Because it is something I long to hear everyday, Friend please realize that I can never be the same, But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.
Don't tell me
SvaraRaderaPlease don’t tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don’t tell me my son is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want him here with me,
Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don’t tell me to face the fact he is gone,
Because denial is something I can’t stop,
Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don’t hesitate to say his name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday,
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.
Judi Walker
In Memory of Shane 1998