Carol Carnahan-Metcalfe
I am a bereaved mother, a grieving quasi-supermom; I straddle time and space. You might feel pulled in two directions, but let me tell you how it feels to be pulled between heaven and earth, as a mother to two angels and a mother to one living, breathing, laughing boy. A mother to the living and the dead.Let me tell you how it feels to have my children deleted, their existence denied because it makes people uncomfortable to hear they lived and they died.They are as real to me now as they were in life. They are not some inconvenient truthâ?? they are my children. They will always be my children, just as I will always be their mother, because love never dies.Next time you see me please remember:I am still a person like you, with a life like yours, yet not. I am still a mother like you, yet not at all like you, all at the same time. I am a bereaved mother, a grieving quasi-supermom; I straddle time and space. I wish there was some way you could understand me, without becoming who I am now.