They say men grieve differently from women. Men don't want to talk about it or think about it. Men want to distract themselves from the situation or they want to fix it. Men don't like to dwell and certainly don't want to cry about it.
I've seen you grieve before, but not like this, not for your own son. Most recently for your cousin who lost her baby. Something we both agreed we could never imagine. And now we don't have to imagine. We know.
While I know you don't like to talk about it, you do. Almost every night after the kids go to bed, we sit and talk. It's almost always about Colson and about all of the things that have happened to us since Colson. It's hard to sit and talk about all of these bad things, so many bad things, and yet I think it helps us both at the same time.
I know you don't like to think about it but I know you do. I see you sometimes, your eyes wander off into space. And I know you're thinking about it. And I appreciate that you're thinking about it. It makes me feel less alone because I think about it all of the time.
I know you don't want to cry about it, and you don't. But you let me cry whenever I need to. You let me cry and you hug me tightly and you don't try to fix it. You know it can't be fixed.
I know you don't want to dwell on the situation. But I know how patient you are being with me. You've promised that patience to me while I grieve for our son. I know it's going to be a long process for me so I am thankful for your patience.
You were thrown back into work immediately. You don't have time to dwell. I'm thankful to you for getting up each day and pushing past the pain and going to work for us. You are being so strong for all of us because you know you have to be.
They say that situations like ours can bring us closer together or rip us apart. We are going to have so many hard days, so many sad days. We just have to keep talking, hugging, being patient. We just have to keep going. We have to figure it out.
And I know we will.
Because I already feel like we stronger.
I love you.
I appreciate you.
I respect you.
I am so thankful to have you.
Love you,
Love me
I've seen you grieve before, but not like this, not for your own son. Most recently for your cousin who lost her baby. Something we both agreed we could never imagine. And now we don't have to imagine. We know.
While I know you don't like to talk about it, you do. Almost every night after the kids go to bed, we sit and talk. It's almost always about Colson and about all of the things that have happened to us since Colson. It's hard to sit and talk about all of these bad things, so many bad things, and yet I think it helps us both at the same time.
I know you don't like to think about it but I know you do. I see you sometimes, your eyes wander off into space. And I know you're thinking about it. And I appreciate that you're thinking about it. It makes me feel less alone because I think about it all of the time.
I know you don't want to cry about it, and you don't. But you let me cry whenever I need to. You let me cry and you hug me tightly and you don't try to fix it. You know it can't be fixed.
I know you don't want to dwell on the situation. But I know how patient you are being with me. You've promised that patience to me while I grieve for our son. I know it's going to be a long process for me so I am thankful for your patience.
You were thrown back into work immediately. You don't have time to dwell. I'm thankful to you for getting up each day and pushing past the pain and going to work for us. You are being so strong for all of us because you know you have to be.
They say that situations like ours can bring us closer together or rip us apart. We are going to have so many hard days, so many sad days. We just have to keep talking, hugging, being patient. We just have to keep going. We have to figure it out.
And I know we will.
Because I already feel like we stronger.
I love you.
I appreciate you.
I respect you.
I am so thankful to have you.
Love you,
Love me
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