It has been four weeks since we have buried our beloved son Philip. The reality is setting in. We feel sure he is in a better place but we miss him terribly. It turns out we are usually private mourners. We get out with people and usually function pretty well; when we are in private we get sad and often cry. I wish he would come around the corner and make one of his funny comments.
Shelly and I often talk about Philip and the mourning process. We are both a little distracted and it has affected our memories. I am very grateful for the relationship that Shelly and I have. We are very comfortable sharing with each other and therefore we remain understanding to each other. At this point we feel comfortable in saying that we will be okay but the fact is there will always be a hole in our hearts. At this point the pain is very physical, we have all heard about the saying I have a broken heart. I always thought it was an emotional feeling and it is but it is also very physical. Life continues but it feels as if we are just observers.