I can’t imagine losing a child. My sincere sympathies for your loss.
“I can’t imagine losing a child.”
I couldn’t imagine it either.
Then it happened.
And people questioned my parenting, questioned my values, questioned my right to be at the funeral.
My kid wasn’t perfect.
But she knew where I stood because I had a clearly defined right and wrong, black and white system as a guide.
And she did apologize to me when she did something wrong.
She was on her way to look over an apartment theday she died.
She was 19.