As Ronald J. Knapp says in his book Beyond Endurance, although he can imagine what it’s like to lose a child, he “can draw away from it and the ‘experience’…[and it] becomes a simple exercise of the mind, a large step away from the real world…But persons who have actually lost a child cannot pull themselves free…They must face this grueling, gut-wrenching reality every hour, every minute, every second of every day. There is no place to run, no place to hide (18).” (http://onewomansperspective02.wordpress.com/2011/11/27/book-review-beyond-endurance-when-a-child-dies-by-ronald-j-knapp/)
People can imagine what it’s like to lose a child, but, in the end, they can go home and hug their children. Those of us who have lost a child cannot. Good essay, though!
Originally posted on Life Behind My Neon Picket Fence:
The following is written by a father who lost his son, but it may as well be written by me or anyone else who has ever lost a child: