I was watching a program on TV tonight and a father was talking about the loss of his son through suicide.
My heart went out to him.
I did not lose my child through suicide. My child was taken away from me when he was born. Given up for adoption without consent because I was under age.
I started to think about the loss, for both of us, and the difference experience of the loss.
For the father who lost his son through suicide, he tried to help his son so much, he had time with his son before he committed suicide. As hard as the loss is I am happy for him that he had time with his son.
For me, my son was taken away right after birth. I couldn’t hold him, I couldn’t love him. I lost him before I even knew him.
Not a soul can understand the loss of a child, whether taken at birth, taken away in a marriage dispute, or death, unless you have lost a child.
To those of you out there that have lost a child my heart breaks for you and my heart reaches out to you to try and continue your life, as hard as it is.
Even if you never know or meet them, know that the love you send your child will reach them. It denies time, distance, circumstances and is forever part of them and all of you.
Jan
