My mask

The world moved forward, but in my heart I can not. Please understand this when I seem to not be ” there”, or if I’m not making a lot of sense. Most days, I’m exhausted from wearing the mask just to try to fit back in. The thing is… I don’t think I’ll ever truly fit back in. Most nights I cry. Most days, I panic. As a parent, do you ever recall that moment of panic when your child was out of your sight for a minute too long? Well losing a child forever: no matter how old they were when they left is a lifetime remaining of panic and personal torment. Please bear with my in my grief.

Published by iamtherealjude

I am a mother of four beautiful grown children. My son Sam: My youngest boy, lost his fight with his demons on Aug 19, 2021. This blog is a dedication to my sweet young man who I will forever look for in the beauty of this world until my last breath.

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