Bereaved
Bereaved Until July 16, 2016, I did not know the word existed much less the meaning and how deeply parents ached at the mere sound of it. When I became a bereaved parent, God spoke to me pretty quickly. I knew almost immediately what I was supposed to be doing with my life. Yet I let fear and doubt talk me out of it (more about that later.) Here I sit almost 3 years later finally putting “pen to paper” and telling fear to go shove it. No matter the age or the cause of death it isn’t talked about nearly enough. This is something that women sat in their closet floors and cry about at night because their husbands “just don’t mourn like that” or so mine didn’t anyway. Even at my son’s funeral women would whisper in my ear, “I lost a child too.” Like I was the newest member of a secret society. I’m a member of a club I never wanted to be in. The more I speak about losing Madux, the more women will reach out to me. Whether its by misc