PLEASE, don't ask me if I'm over it yet. I'll never be over it.
PLEASE, don't tell me she is in a better place. She isn't here.
PLEASE, don't say at least she isn't suffering. I haven't come to terms with why she had to suffer at all.
PLEASE, don't tell me you know how I feel unless you have lost a child.
PLEASE, don't tell me to get on with my life. I'm still here you'll notice.
PLEASE, don't ask me if I feel better. Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up.
PLEASE, don't tell me God never makes mistakes. You mean He did this on purpose?
PLEASE, don't tell me at least you had her for 34 years. What year would you choose for your daughter to die?
PLEASE, don't tell me God never gives you more than you can bear. Who decides how much another person can bear?
PLEASE, just say you are sorry.
PLEASE, just say you remember her if you do.
PLEASE, just let me talk if I want to.
And PLEASE, let me cry when I must.
Rita Moran
The Compassionate Friends (TCF)
Miami, FL
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