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My biggest comfort is God.
Wow, when I think about it, a lot has. Definitely family and friends, even some strangers have said or done beautiful things. Definitely God. This group and connections I have made to know I’m not alone, in even the type of accident our son had. Tangible or material things the book Jesus Calling and the book Angels in my Hair. And last but not least, the signs God has allowed me to not only receive, but be aware of! Those are my biggest comfort!
My 11 year old nephews. My involvement with The Compassionate Friends. Helping other grieving parents along their journey
The scriptures and my faith in Jesus although I have to admit there are many times my mind wanders to places I’d prefer it not go and I get distraught. I have to work hard to keep focus on the one who holds me
Gosh I hate being a downer to anyone but I just go for the truth, no energy for anything less. The faking is too exhausting. So, with that said, I’m still trying to figure it out this comfort I am to find. I do think emotional exhaustion is in its own right a comfort in a way. I give in to the need for resting my fragile soul.
Knowing that my son Brandon is in Heaven, and no longer suffers from depression, PTSD,nightmares, that the Lord has given Brandon his Happy,Healthy, Unbroken self back,my comfort is turning to the Lord and God.
My Faith in God! And his promise that I will see my son again, because my son trusted him at a young age.
Know 100% that my son was saved and is now with our Savior
Hearing others share memories of Levi, or hearing them say that they miss him too.
My other children’s laugh. Pictures of Erica. Her sent. My mother and the girls in my social work program
God / My support group
GOD and Prayers has comfort me with my grief. Spending time with my youngest Son. Embracing every moment with family and friends😀
Scripture, nature, sincere friends, milk shakes
I agree with Debi Brady, I haven’t found any comfort at this point. I am still trying to sort through the devastation of my loss.
A teddy bear that my son gave to me on Valentines Day a year before he passed. I have pictures of him, and things of his, all over the house. It helps me to feel his presence. My grandson and granddaughter and my girls have also helped. I have some good friends as well.
That his pain is over and he has returned to God
Knowing that without a doubt, my Toodley is in the very presence of our Savior, and that she knows how beautiful His eyes are, and that I will see her again and we will never again be parted. That we will ride horses together again—in heaven. Also my dear friend and sister in Christ, Coke. She’s a widow and understands the grief process and has been such a blessing to me.
I have found some comfort, by finding ways to keep my son’s memory alive. He was only on this earth for two short years, but he touched so many. I raised money and donated a bench with his name on it to the Cape May zoo. I started a memorial garden at our church. I got rocks for others to paint in memory of their loved ones and they put them in the memorial garden. The last three years I’ve raised money and walked in a 5k for a non-profit grief camp for kids in my Matthew’s memory.
Getting closer to God, Jesus and the Virgin mother. My faith has been my saving grace.
knowing my mom is not in any more pain. and the last thing my mom said to me was that she loved me.