Imagine the anxiety involved in running a race to honor your daughter and wondering how you will breathe through the tears.
Imagine the pain of running a race in honor of your daughter - not to inspire her, encourage, or support her, but in honor of her ... because she is no longer here.
Imagining hardly being able to look at babies without feeling a painful jab at your heart.
Imagine wondering everyday if God has something else like this in His plans for you.
Imagine living in a postpartum body ... with no baby.
Imagine yearning for the "what-ifs". What if she were still here ...
Imagine staring at baby pictures of your husband and son and wondering if she might resemble them.
Imagine a grief so great that the effort of socialization seems overwhelming. Imagine trying anyway.
Imagine a tiny bit of sadness even in your happiest moments.
Imagine being snuggled securely in your husband's arms, your toddler son wrapped in yours and thinking, someone's missing ...
Imagine the mixed emotions involved in setting up a crib that should have already been occupied.
Imagine the heart-wrenching memories - the "news", the doctor's visits, the funeral and memorial planning, leaving the hospital with empty arms - and wishing it could all just be a bad dream.
Thus the life of a bereaved mommy. The reality of what I've lost hits so hard sometimes. As another grieving mom told me, "It doesn't really get easier, just longer in between breakdowns." How true that has been.
If you're a bereaved mommy, what scenarios would you add to this list?