Monday, January 5, 2009

Being Forgotten

I have been waiting for it and dreading it since the first week after my mom's accident, the day when everyone forgets. I don't mean that people will forget that it ever happened, but things will change. People will stop writing notes, stop visiting her, stop asking how we are, stop offering help, stop praying for her, for us, both in church and in their private prayers. It terrifies me, the thought that eventually we'll be alone in our sadness, in our suffering, in our struggle to maintain hope and a normal life. We will live every day with the consequences of the accident, but others will be free to move on with their lives, to no longer be so burdened by the shock, the horror, the sad thoughts. I understand that it is part of life, but it still scares me, makes me sad, seems unfair. We don't get to move on so why does everyone else?

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