Unexpected, Unwanted Call
I last posted on my blog in April. While we were on vacation, we got that unwanted, unexpected phone call in the night. A police officer called to tell us that our son had been found dead in his apartment. While we knew he was not in good health (a disabled veteran) and would probably not live to be an old man, we still did not expect to be planning his funeral. As my husband sadly said, “No one should bury their own child.” Yet, we know that many do – some burying their children at a much younger age than our son.
I stopped blogging
At times of great grief, your world seems to come to a halt. My husband and I are great Scrabble nuts as I shared before in
Confessionns of a Scrabble Addict (https://barblaneblog.com/2015/02/22/confessions-of-a-scrabble-addict/) .
But suddenly we no longer wanted to play. It was as if continuing with our favorite game was somehow to make his death seem unimportant. Every time I sat down to blog, I could not decide on a subject. Should I continue to write about the silly, every-day part of my life. How could I do that when I’m supposed to be grieving? Should I continue to write on more serious subjects. I just did not have the heart for that. So – I stopped blogging.
But the world does NOT stop turning.
But, even if we would like it to, the world does not stop turning. Life goes on – and that is a good thing. While we will always miss and grieve the loss of our son, we are so blessed with other children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. We do no service to his memory to stop loving life.
Let the games begin – the blogging continue
So – tonight we are going to play a game of Scrabble and I am returning to my writing.