I find that
Saturdays seem to be my worst day in terms of slumping into a depression. It seems that work and other activities are
good distractions for me on all the other days, but when my time is less
structured and I am at home more, than it comes, the shroud of dark emotions
covering over me.
People say that I
should focus on my happy memories of Daniel.
I do, at times, but it is very difficult to also not lapse back into
deep darkness when I think about all that we are each missing as a result of
Daniel’s death.
Hannah turned 18
a couple days ago and she should be hearing from her big brother on what this
means and what it doesn’t and the fact that she is still his kid sister. Daniel should be her confidant and sounding
board as she churns through college possibilities and sorts out where she might
choose to go.
Ben is learning
how to drive and here to, he should be experiencing the brotherly banter that
Daniel would bring him on that subject.
Carol and I
struggle with our heavy hearts as we watch our kids miss out and as we see all
Daniel’s contemporaries finding romance in their lives, contemplating their
next steps after graduation, and more.
So much
excitement and life in front of all these young people – where is our other son? He should be in the middle of it all.
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