From my journal dated November 25, 2002:
I’ve been reading some books on grief lately. I think it’s helpful to realize that certain things are common to grieving parents. I hate being arbitrarily lumped into one group, like one shoe fits all. I don’t believe it’s that way. Jason was such an incredible young man. He was our boy; our grief is unique to him. But, as I read, I see common threads to other bereaved parents.
I have been marking with an ‘X’ in the margins when something really resonates with me. I also write notes or comments in the margins.
Some books are better than others. The last one I read*, even though the author hadn’t lost a child, had a lot of insight.
One disconcerting thing is that the books keep talking in terms of “years.” It scares me to think of how long this awful pain will last. I don’t know if I can survive it. I don’t think it will ever go away.
*[The book I had been reading was The Worst Loss: How Families Heal from the Death of a Child by Barbara D. Rosof.]