Numbness

There’s no place to exist when you find out your child has died. This boy who has been a part of your soul. This boy who was creating such chaos in the last few weeks. This boy who was struggling and we had no idea. This boy who was so brilliant, creative, passionate, and charismatic. This boy of mine who is now dead. Existence just becomes breath that is barely filling the lungs, lungs that are barely working to sustain a body that is numb. No food, no words, no movement can pull it out of this numbness of existence. Hours pass with no notice other than the overwhelming numbness. There is no comprehension to what has just occurred. Day and night become one long hour where the lack of comprehension replays over and over.