"Surely, this would have been the day for tears? Yet no, no tears came."
This is exactly how I feel as the first anniversary of my son's death came and went and my son's yahrzeit approaches (different dates, solar and lunar calendars.) Instead of tears, I feel I'm dragging a giant heavy weight around. It is, indeed, exhausting.
"Surely, this would have been the day for tears? Yet no, no tears came."
This is exactly how I feel as the first anniversary of my son's death came and went and my son's yahrzeit approaches (different dates, solar and lunar calendars.) Instead of tears, I feel I'm dragging a giant heavy weight around. It is, indeed, exhausting.