Every missed birthday, holiday, milestoneвЂ“ should-be back-to-school school years and graduations weddings that will never be grandchildren that should have been but will never be bornвЂ“ an entire generation of people are irrevocably altered forever.

I wish people could understand that grief lasts forever because love lasts forever that the loss of a child is not one finite event, it is a continuous loss that unfolds minute by minute over the course of a lifetime. There will never come a time where I wonвЂ™t think about who my son would be, what he would look like, and how he would be woven perfectly into the tapestry of my family. For as long as I breathe, I will grieve and ache and love my son with all my heart and soul. There is no glue for my broken heart, no exilir for my pain, no going back in time. There is no end to the ways I will grieve and for how long I will grieve. There is no вЂњmoving on,вЂќ or вЂњgetting over it.вЂќ There is no bow, no fix, no solution to my heartache. ItвЂ™s a pain we suffer for a lifetime, and unfortunately only those who have walked the path of child loss understand the depth and breadth of both the pain and the love we carry. No matter our circumstances, who we are, or how different we are, there is no greater bond than the connection between parents who understand the agony of enduring the death of a child. Strangers become kindreds in mere secondsвЂ“ a look, a glance, a knowing of the heart connects us, even if weвЂ™ve never met before. In my seven years navigating the world as a bereaved parent, I am continually struck by the power of the bond between bereaved parents. Bereaved parents share an unspeakable bond. My sonвЂ™s life was cut irreversibly short, but his love lives on forever. Just because it might make you uncomfortable, doesnвЂ™t make him matter any less. Our culture isnвЂ™t so great about hearing about children gone too soon, but that doesnвЂ™t stop me from saying my sonвЂ™s name and sharing his love and light everywhere I go. I love my child just as much as you love yoursвЂ“ the only difference is mine lives in heaven and talking about about him is unfortunately quite taboo in our culture. I want to speak about my deceased children as normally and naturally as you speak of your living ones.

I want to say and hear his name just the same as non-bereaved parents do. Just as parents of living children unconditionally love their children always and forever, so do bereaved parents. There will never come a day, hour, minute or second I stop loving or thinking about my son. If youвЂ™d like an inside look into why the loss of a child is a grief that lasts a lifetime, here is what IвЂ™ve learned in my seven years of trekking through the unimaginable. Compassion and love, not advice, are needed. If you love a bereaved parent or know someone who does, remember that even his or her вЂњgoodвЂќ days are harder than you could ever imagine.

Most precious blood nothing in vain zip