But what is on the inside? That is where the injuries truly are. The broken heart is on the inside, yes, it pumps everyday but it is broken. It has spots where it is healed but there are scars in those areas. There are full sections of my heart that are open and bleeding and I see no repair to those in the new future.
My brain isn't truly my own either. There are days that it goes onto a trail, onto a memory that causes me pain. It decides what memory it brings forth--sometimes they are painful. Painful memories of the accident, of the doctor telling us DJ was not alert, of that horrible hospital wall that held me up. Somedays it takes me down the yellow brick road of seeing DJ skateboard and fly through the air. It is seeing his beautiful green eyes and hugging his skinny body. My brain is full of memories, good and bad and I have no control over those.
My body is no longer mine, my energy level has changed. Grief takes energy away, it robs and steals from me. So many days the grief stays at bay and I seemingly live a normal life, but others it is gone. My body has revolted against me more days than I would like to admit but I charge forward anyway-what choice do I have?
Perhaps this is just the rambles of a tired mother, but what I guess I am trying to say is that just because we all look normal we are all injured inside. Whether you have lost a child or not, whether you know this horrible pain or not chances are you are injured on the inside too.
No one in this life is immune from pain, no one has a free ticket from hardship.
My challenge to all of us today is to be aware of other people. Realize that everyone has pain, everyone has a story of hurts---just because we can't see them on the outside, there are definitely injuries on the inside. Be kind, be caring. Take that extra second and smile and acknowledge that person next to you. Remember that whether you have lost a child or not injuries are everywhere on everyone and we all need to be a bit kinder to one another.