Parenting isn't easy. And being a single parent of a child with additional needs brings its own unique challenges. But when your only child dies, you have to deal not only with your grief but also perhaps the loss of identity as the main care-giver.
The loss of a child is perhaps the most devastating loss a human being can suffer. The short and long term effects of the pain which affects a parent after the death of a son or daughter are unfathomable....
I was a single mom for 19 years, all of my adult life. It defined who I was and the choices I made. I put myself through college starting at a community college, through grad school, finally getting a Ph.D., while raising a thoughtful, considerate, creative, funny, and intelligent son. Then 3 days after my graduation, and 7 days after his 19th birthday, my son killed himself.
Dinah Jefferies's world was shattered in an instant when her 14-year-old son was killed in an accident. Here she describes what happened on that fateful day – and how she slowly healed her broken heart.
Thanks to Chasing Dragonflies for sharing the link to this article.
Our eldest daughter, Abigail, died aged 12, on 10th February 2013, following a sudden brain haemorrhage at home on 6th February. My mind and body have been churned up inside ever since with so many emotions, thoughts and feelings. I went to the doctor in the early days, not knowing what to do about this and she simply said ‘write about it’, so I started this blog.
November 4, 2012 my world changed forever. At 12:40 a.m. my oldest daughter Skylar (16), and two of her friends, Sophie (17) and Julianna (14), were killed instantly in a single car accident involving 6 teenagers. I’m dedicating this website and blog to my Sky-bird and her two beautiful friends, our 3 angels.
Brennan Dekeersgieter, second from right, died of an overdose on March 2, 2013. Since then, his parents Robert Dekeersgieter and Margery Keasler, and his siblings Caitlin and Colin, have been trying to process their loss.
My daughter, Camila, died of acute leukemia when she was 23 years old. There were 10 months between diagnosis and her death. I came to The Compassionate Friends to be among others who had suffered the loss of a child and to find, within that circle, a way to survive.