Allow me to explain. Although I have spent a year researching and interviewing for 'How I Came To Hold You', and another year talking to bereaved parents online and in person, I still have very little idea of just how awful and painful and heartbreaking it is to lose a child. It's impossible, in fact, to know how grief-stricken parents are feeling without having experienced it first-hand myself. As I've mentioned in previous posts, we had a miscarriage a few years ago, which - as upsetting and awful as it was - is barely anything in comparison to the disasters which have befallen those whom I've worked with and conversed with over the past couple of years.
I don't think I could ever go through what bereaved parents have endured. I count you amongst the bravest people I've ever met. You are testament to the human spirit's ability to overcome all odds, to experience the worst thing a parent can and yet still find the energy to get out of bed. And it's for this reason that, when I can't find the words, I will either not respond, or I'll say something generic...something safe.
It certainly doesn't mean I don't care; quite the opposite. I do care, very much, which is why I'm so afraid I'll choose the wrong words when replying. Basically, what I'm trying to say is: you, in many ways, leave me speechless.