I don’t have the right words for this….I don’t know what words to use to convey to my friend whose son died this week.
I think of my friend. Undoubtedly she is looking at old pictures, remembering, remembering, yet knowing he won’t be coming back.
I’ve heard these stories time and time again and always wondered how families and parents survived. Maybe they haven’t….and I don’t think this one will either. Stephan is gone. Any of us would give anything to not make this so. Yes, it happens every day, but when it’s your best friend, you feel utterly helpless. I want to be there to cure her pain but I know that it’s impossible to do that.
I have to accept that my friend will never be the same. My heart breaks for her. Her pain is something I cannot touch. Her pain is something I would give anything to take away. Her pain, and that of her family is something that no one can comprehend unless they’ve been there. I don’t think that even hoping that he “rests in peace” can cure their broken hearts.
She cries and so does her daughter, their world has been torn apart. Just like that.