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Heartsong

This mother feels the strong ties to her son through music. Even though he can play no more on this earth, his songs will live forever in her heart.

It Is Enough

This mother senses that her friends are slowly moving on since the death of her son. It is enough if she has only one friend to stick by her to listen and hold her hand.

Sing Me No Song

This mother struggles with the fact that she has lost the melody in her heart and hears no notes of joy since the death of her son. She longs for the song of loveliness to be heard once again.

Nightmares

This mother shares the anguish she feels as night closes in on her, and the dreams that were once peaceful have become painful nightmares. Will peaceful dreams ever come again now that her child is gone?

All I Ask

This mother expresses so well the weariness that is brought on by the grief of losing a child. All she asks is that someone would hold her in their arms and help her to feel safe for just a moment.

Never the Same

This mother shares her feelings of grief and how it has touched every part of her being from the inside out. She knows that nothing will ever again be the same since she lost her son.

Nowhere to Hide

This mother asks the defining question, "Where do I go to hide?" She cannot escape the numbing grief, so she escapes to herself and pretends she is fine.

My Life Is Music

It has been 7 weeks since this mother lost her son. Both mother and son had a wonderful talent for music. Now, this mother's voice will not cooperate, and she is suffering vocal fatigue. This music will not come, and she suffers yet another grief.

I Grieve

A mother asks questions that no one can answer. Am I grieving enough for you? Will you judge me if I don't? Will others think I am not grieving because I hide behind a mask? Others think I am strong, but I know how deeply I grieve!

Emotions

This mother speaks of her emotions that rise and fall like the ride of a giant roller coaster. She clings to the hope that one day the rough ride will end, and laughter will return to her heart.

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