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March 1, 2012Posted by on
I think about him every day, every couple of minutes, every breadth.
It feels like he is part of me now, more than his brothers. I can’t explain that I feel like he is with me all the time. I hear him say “Oh my goodness” about the new puppies. I imagine him watching over me when I travel, helping me to not forget anything, carrying my stuff, like he would if he were with me. I hear his voice in my head saying things he used to say. I laugh to myself sometimes when I’m in a situation I know he would think is funny.
I think of Michael and Robert, but they seem separate somehow, their own people. Not integrated into my soul like Richard.
Richard is with me. Is it because his soul is watching over me all the time? Is he closer to my soul because he is in heaven, and we are one again? I would really like to understand these questions, so it can give me some solace while I live the rest of my life.
I had a vision of the moment of my death, I’m very old laying flat, and he is holding my head looking over me with a big smile on his face, the same age he was this past summer. And I feel his love and I’m so happy to be with him again. And he is happy to be able to finally explain why he died at 19, and why I had to live a life without him.
I want someone to explain why our lives have turned out this way, why people who have so much promise die young. Why people who create havoc in the world live long unproductive lives. I just want someone to make sense out of this for me.