When you’re younger, you feel different aspects of your life are hard or will be hard.
Finding that special someone.
Finding a job you enjoy going to every day.
Being a wife.
Being a mother.
These had their moments when they were hard because that is the way life is.
But none of these compared to my grief.
Not everyone will know or learn how hard this grief is but I along with so many do know.
We know how hard this grief is.
We know that what we thought was hard earlier in life is nothing compared to this.
The grief of loss.
The grief of death.
Not just any death.
The death of our baby.
The death of our son or daughter.
The death of innocence.
The death of the future.
Over the years you learn this is not the type of grief you could ever have prepared for.
You have to learn how to navigate life with this grief as a constant part of you.
No matter how many people you talk to and learn how truly hard this is, there is no comparison for the way it will affect you since it affects all us differently.
I thought I had endured hard times during my life, nothing major just everyday stuff growing up, figuring out the path I wanted to take.
Nothing – absolutely nothing – compares to how hard grief is.
Nothing will ever be as hard as the grief we endure as parents who’ve lost our precious child.
We’ve had and felt heartbreak like nothing before.
Any pain, any grief we’ve encountered over the years are mild compared to the pain, the grief that is a constant part of us.
Grieving is hard, it will never become easier.
Marisa is the mother to 3 boys, one gone too soon and 2 keeping her on her toes. Drake died in 2010 at 12 days, 16 hours old after being pulled from life support due to injuries he sustained during delivery. Her other 2 boys: Aden and Gavin, whom she loves every minute with them.