Several weeks ago, I told someone that it feels as if I am standing somewhere in the desert wilderness, alone and dwarfed by unnavigable emptiness and windless silence.
Others would no doubt describe the experience differently. I can offer only a little of my own truth about it. I can tell only parts of my own story. I can say only: This is some of what it is like for me in the year after the one in which my son died.
I began writing here in order to reflect my way through the first full calendar year after the sudden death in September 2008 of our beloved 24-year-old son. In no way am I able in mere words to plumb the depths of our family's sorrow, but at least here I can wade around a bit in the shallows. Or tread lightly in the expanse of desert that seems not to end. Whatever metaphor works. And, oh ~ I'm not alone. In the list below you'll find others who have written about the big losses of recent years. (Other posts - from the first four months - can be found on my regular blog, Search the Sea, indexed under Grief and Loss.)