You are, indeed, a father.
Much love & peace to you today.
Just letting you know I am thinking of you and the Puppy Monster today. Hard to believe it’s been 2 years, I still feel this immense pain in my gut when I think of that day and I don’t know you.
<y heart goes out to you.
There isn’t a name for parents who lose children because it is NOT supposed to happen. The only name that comes to mind is “heartbroken.” Unfortunately, the pain never goes away but hopefully you learn to live with it a little better each year. With all my sympathy on this sad day.
*hugs* You’re in my thoughts Dawg.
Happy Father’s Day my friend. xoxox
It’s been three years since we lost our son.
My husband has slapped on a happy face for our other children today, on Father’s day, but I caught him wiping away an errant tear in a quiet moment.
This pain, it never ceases.
But then, neither does the love.
I wish I could offer you something other than these words or a virtual hug, but that is all I have.
He is a beautiful boy, that son of yours. Perhaps he’s somewhere in the ether of love, playing with my son, having the time of their lives.
Sigh.
I wish I had found your blog another way than by the loss of your precious son 2 years ago. Saying sorry sounds so meaningless, but it’s all I have. So, so sorry and thinking of you.
we don’t know one another… I lost my brother when we were young...and I’ve watched what each of my parents went through..and what they still go through.
it seems DJ’s life was enhanced by a wonderful father.
The size of the void left by the death of a child is unfathomable to those who have not had to face it. Yes, there are other fathers experiencing a hell similar to yours today; just know too that even those of us who have no concept of it are sending love and prayers your way, and hoping some inkling of comfort reaches you.
Dawg, you are a truly wonderful father, and for that reason I can’t help but hope that somehow, someway, somewhere down the line Father’s Day is a little less unbearable for you.
I had a Xanax and a Vodka chaser in your honor last night as well as in honor of my husband who lost our son 10 weeks ago.
I’m not going to even begin to try and understand what you’re feeling. Pain like that can just never be measured.
But I am sorry for your loss.
Saying I’m sorry just doesn’t seem like it’s enough- so I’ll jus shut up now.
I hope you know that even on some random day, someone is out there thinking of you and sending you lots of **hugs** I think of you often, I have a five year old now, and your story is never far from my mind becasue of that fact.
Your Puppy Monster will never ever be forgotten.
I came over via Miss Britt. I’m so sorry. There is no greater tragedy than losing a child.
I have been thinking about you since last week. Just know that our thoughts are with you. They are always with you.
D.
Prayers, love and strength to you. Your little boy has never left my heart since that day. Thank you for reminding us all to cherish our loved ones.
I’m sorry I’m so late in saying something but I wanted to let you know that you’re in my thoughts.
We love you man.I think no one has the right to tell anyone else that their grieving has gone too long.
whew. I have no words. We are still covering ourselves with the cloak of grief after losing our nephew two years ago. I send you prayers of comfort.
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I can’t imagine how hard it is to loose a child, but you’ve put it in words as best as anyone could I think.
I’m looking forward to walking the Hadrian’s with you.
greets,
Arjan
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