Watching other parents lose a child is profoundly more difficult for me now that I intimately know the pain and suffering they are working through. I remember the anxiety, fear, endless tears, bargaining to turn back time, refusing to believe it's true, and having to remember that Sam is gone every single time I woke up.
Fortunately, over these past few years, I have also experienced joy, adventure, new friendships, beautiful support, and I have become much more comfortable in walking my own path through life. However, no matter how far I move forward, knowing what another parent is experiencing in their grief often feels like free fall, back into the abyss.