SOUNDING OFF
I realize that it has only been a short time since loosing my son, Rashad, but I wonder has it been that short that people don't remember? I replay that day over and over in my head almost every night I lay down to go to sleep. I sometimes tell myself it's not true, they made a mistake...but they didn't, I saw him, he looked peaceful, like he was sleeping.
Still I think some persons (family members) forget the reason why we moved back home in the first place. What's worst is they try to tell you how you are to grieve that I need to talk to my husband, that I need to go to counseling...yet they are not there when I need to talk to someone, they make up excuses...I have to go to church...don't get me wrong, I love the Lord, he is my provider, but I truly believe that during a time such as these, he would understand if you missed a Wednesday night bible study...he knows your heart.
Do I sound bitter, I am...certain members of OUR family seemed to have forgotten why we are here. My son is dead, his shell of a body is lying in a grave, that's why I am here...never forget it. Yet you expect me to come visit you, you don't have time to come to your own niece and nephews small birthday party, yet you want me to get in my car and drive to your house and do what...listen to you complain about what, your problems, your issues...you are ALIVE, my son is not. Then you have the nerve to tell me that I need to in my calmer moments (as if they exist) say some words of comfort to my husband...how dare you when all I hear from you is a bunch of complaints. There is a minister in our family, he has yet to step foot in my house and pray with me, talk to me, ask me if there is anything I need...no but he expects us to attend his church...for some, not all members of OUR family thinks it's business as usual.
I wonder do people not think before they speak, are they fishing for information, don't pretend to be concerned when all you're doing is fishing for information. Do they really care how I feel, are they concerned that several times during the day, I just break down and cry, do they even care that there is a pain in my heart so terrible that nothing can make it better...I have gotten more support from my online support group than I have from family members. I realize they are grieving to, but you would never know it because if they could they would not talk about Rashad, they would just as soon talk about dirt than the fact that Rashad is dead, let's all say it together, "Rashad is Dead" How are you doing Danette, do you need to talk, is there anything I can do to help you...nothing, business as usual.
Am I wrong for feeling this way because if I am then I am wrong because I am mad and I am angry that I am being told to do certain things and act a certain way or that there is nothing you can do to bring him back, he's dead now, or worst, I don't go to the grave because he's not there, I mean come on how insensitive can you be. This was my son, I carried him in my body for nine months, I took care of him when he was sick or too little to take care of himself and now....he's gone.
Does anybody care that I have lost my SON...
I'm sorry, something happened over the weekend that has made me mad and I had to sound off.
Thanks for reading..
Still I think some persons (family members) forget the reason why we moved back home in the first place. What's worst is they try to tell you how you are to grieve that I need to talk to my husband, that I need to go to counseling...yet they are not there when I need to talk to someone, they make up excuses...I have to go to church...don't get me wrong, I love the Lord, he is my provider, but I truly believe that during a time such as these, he would understand if you missed a Wednesday night bible study...he knows your heart.
Do I sound bitter, I am...certain members of OUR family seemed to have forgotten why we are here. My son is dead, his shell of a body is lying in a grave, that's why I am here...never forget it. Yet you expect me to come visit you, you don't have time to come to your own niece and nephews small birthday party, yet you want me to get in my car and drive to your house and do what...listen to you complain about what, your problems, your issues...you are ALIVE, my son is not. Then you have the nerve to tell me that I need to in my calmer moments (as if they exist) say some words of comfort to my husband...how dare you when all I hear from you is a bunch of complaints. There is a minister in our family, he has yet to step foot in my house and pray with me, talk to me, ask me if there is anything I need...no but he expects us to attend his church...for some, not all members of OUR family thinks it's business as usual.
I wonder do people not think before they speak, are they fishing for information, don't pretend to be concerned when all you're doing is fishing for information. Do they really care how I feel, are they concerned that several times during the day, I just break down and cry, do they even care that there is a pain in my heart so terrible that nothing can make it better...I have gotten more support from my online support group than I have from family members. I realize they are grieving to, but you would never know it because if they could they would not talk about Rashad, they would just as soon talk about dirt than the fact that Rashad is dead, let's all say it together, "Rashad is Dead" How are you doing Danette, do you need to talk, is there anything I can do to help you...nothing, business as usual.
Am I wrong for feeling this way because if I am then I am wrong because I am mad and I am angry that I am being told to do certain things and act a certain way or that there is nothing you can do to bring him back, he's dead now, or worst, I don't go to the grave because he's not there, I mean come on how insensitive can you be. This was my son, I carried him in my body for nine months, I took care of him when he was sick or too little to take care of himself and now....he's gone.
Does anybody care that I have lost my SON...
I'm sorry, something happened over the weekend that has made me mad and I had to sound off.
Thanks for reading..
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