Blurb
Losing a child is the absolute worse thing that can happen to you as a parent. It does not matter if it is your first child or your last, the pain of that loss is the same and the void it leaves in your heart is ultimately un-fillable. Words cannot fix it, prayers cannot reverse it, and saying things like "I know how you feel" or "They are in a better place" is like rubbing salt in the wound.
But words are all I can give because that is the gift with which I was born. I can form a one thousand-word story in five minutes that can blow your imagination wide open. I can write a four line poem that can move your soul. I can soliloquize with the best of Shakespearian actors, but there's one thing I can't do with my words. I can incite pain, anguish, fear, hope, love, and joy with words. I can provoke anger or mercy. I can create and I can destroy. I can bring calm in chaos and even prevented a suicide with words. But here is where my words fail, and yet they are all I have.
...they won't bring you comfort, nor mend the hole in your hearts, but perhaps, in some way, it may bring you strength and courage. For what it's worth, here is my Gift of Words.
