This little monkey has consumed me for the week.
It reminds me of my sweet grandson. Ten years old.
His Mom didn’t choose to abandon him. That’s the complexity of suicide. Do not judge unless you have been there.
But she’s gone. And he’s finding his way without her. It’s really difficult. Painful.
On my darkest days without my daughter, I think of what he must feel. I bet I don’t come close.
This is where myself and other humans come in.
We can’t replace her. We can’t bring her back.
BUT
We can be there to help him carry this grief. To learn to live a beautiful life, carrying her in his heart.
Pray. As Christians we can pray for him.
Will you please remember to pray for him?
Let’s be better humans for the wounded. I know I am trying.
Thank you ❤️.

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