God, where do you put this much pain?
Are there wells deep enough?
How many pieces of your heart can you rip out before it just stops?
How do you spend the rest of the day after you bury your baby?
What am I supposed to do with this tragedy that has been handed to me?
“How are you doing?”
What does the future hold?
How do you sing Memory Eternal when grief has stolen your voice away?
How do you tell people that you can’t “fix” grief?
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Crying with you and for you, dear Matushka…
prayers and tears….
Memory eternal, dear little Andrew!
Have been thinking of you and praying for you today.
Beautiful little hand.
Oh darlin I am so sorry you're now a two timer in this sisterhood of grieving mommas.
Such a handsome son you've made. So handsome and perfect.