Not Everyone Is Replaceable

People should understand that not everyone is replaceable.

A fine example of this is losing one’s child or parent.

It creates a spiritual void that can never be filled.

When my Mom was murdered in 1981 a part of my very essence died with her.

Disappearing into that cold dark valley of doom, gloom and self-pity we all conceal so well.

During that time I believed her death to be the worst event of my life.

It was not.

My son, Jordan, hung himself on Christmas morning 2019.

A thousand miles from home in  little Alberta town named “Black Diamond”.

He was 29 years old.

A young man whose life had only just begun.

That was the day I was taught that the intensity of pain has no limits.

I am no longer ‘whole‘ – nor shall I ever be.

I am broken.

Time does not ‘heal‘.

Not in the least.

Rather it teaches us how to hide our pain and sorrow.

Shuttered behind false smiles and robotic responses.

Hidden from the reality and responsibilities
of life’s expectations.

So as not to inflict the disparities of our life’s misfortunes upon the lives of our loved ones