Two grieving mothers seek efforts to bring transparency, safety to college abroad programs Ros Thackurdeen remembers the hype as she sat through a college study abroad session with her youngest son Ravi at Swarthmore University. “It was pretty exciting,” Thackurdeen said. “I wanted to go on it. You had students who talked about their experiences…
“Your life is a box, and this grief is a box inside that box, and it’s occupying a large portion of it. And as life continues, the bigger box gets bigger and that grief, it doesn’t change in size. It’s still there, but there’s just more room in your life, other aspects of it.” —…
“Don’t ever allow what other people say or think about your pain to keep you from allowing yourself to feel it. Because the only way you’re going to get through this is to feel it and process it. It’ll get better. You’ll always miss your baby. I’ll always miss my baby, but I do have…
There is a hole that has been ripped into my heart, my womb, my core, in my entire being, that will never heal. You can’t seal that. You can’t duplicate it, can’t replace it, can’t imitate it; it’s gone. The one little person that I did everything for, made every choice and decision for, did…
“I get up and I’m like, ‘Today I’m going to do this.’ Momo couldn’t stay here for me, but I’m doing my best to walk it out in a way that maybe a young person that I talk to or they see me smiling even if I’m crying and just keep going and maybe it’ll…
“The pain will always be, always be there. It will never go away. However, as each day passes, you will learn how to, not deal with it, but it’ll become a little easier to handle. The pain will not be as sharp as it might be right now but as each day goes along, you’ll…
“What if I would have done this? Then they would still be alive today.” — Jackie
“It’s happened four times for me now. It’s been a long time, when I woke up in that morning going, “I have to get the kids up from school.” Oh…she’s not there. That’s only happened four times but you know what, as bad as the realization is, that one minute that she’s still there is…
Grief teaches a mother lessons she never wanted to learn My husband Brad came home to tell me what he had learned minutes earlier. Sarah is gone… Our Sarah-Grace. Our beautiful 24-year-old daughter. Dead. With three words and within mere seconds, I was shattered, gutted, disoriented. Any word that implies destruction, pain or confusion is…
