A life once lived

I saw this post and it instantly connected to me. I shall never return to what once was. I remember at the funeral the priest sat with me as if he were giving me last rights. He sat with me for a long time. I cant even remember the things he said to me. But I remember the feeling as if I had died too. I did but I didnt know it yet. You will never return to your life. This is grief of losing a child.

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