Is It True Kahlil Gibran?

The gratuitous words that are meant well, are just froth to my ears and  fail in any way to sooth the loss. My child, my girl is dead. It has been ten years, a long time and I tell myself it should be easier, and yet some days I just want to cry all day long.

Something special has gone from me, someone who called me mom and came to me when she needed counsel. Someone who had a child and husband and daily challenges and a future that she was looking forward to.  So much will never happen for her. The many little things that she did not get to do. Seeing her son off to school for the first day. Watching him grin with embarrassment from teasing about his first girlfriend. Enjoying his pride as he grows taller than her and many of those around him.

I look around and wonder who else is missing her....none like me, I feel alone, I have lost someone dear, my child, my girl, my first unconditional forever love.

There is no granite stone marking her spot, and few go to mourn for her.
I am a walking hollow pain, hungering for my child, my girl.

Recalling a verse by Kahlil Gibran "  The deeper the sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."

Are those words worth acknowledging, are they true?

Once the wave of loss washes over me, I can breath again. I can look to the girls around me.

Twelve of them in my family, twelve that have come after her and filled in and eased my sorrow.
Twelve that have brought me smiles, tenderness, joy and will continue to grow in the depths of my carved soul.
Each one filling in a little corner of the loss from the one.
Twelve more that I can give unconditional love too.

Yes.... those words are true for me... now.