The loss of a child hurts. My daughter died this year, of cancer. Somehow, we think that as their parent we could have done more — we should have done more.

Your thoughts were so lovingly written. That is your gift to her and to us. Thank you.

Why am I telling you this.

Because, harsh as it sounds, and hard as it is, your grief doesn’t go away. We grieve for our son, from twenty years ago, but we are every day incapacitated by our daughter’s situation. Better to suffer the loss, take the pain, and put it to one side with good memories, than to live three lifetimes of hurt. Medical science can do wonderful things to preserve live. But it doesn’t mean it should.

Rejoice in the life that was lived, keep those memories carefully in a mental box, and look in there only occasionally.

J

I still thinking about him, cry sometimes and imagine how it would be great to talk and see how he is growing, help him to be a good man.

While you alive, she is looking at the world from your eyes.

Greetings from Russia

It’s not a bench in a park, not a granite monument, but all over the world at once, something of hers is in the world.

I feel for you and wish you more brighter days than dark. I’m sure your daughter would wish you the same.

I felt that I must remeber how great it was and sherish those memories, be thankful of what was. Being thankful for everyday that was and not thinking what wasn’t. I felt I made that way the best possible service for him, by being grateful.

All the best. Thank you for sharing. I feel you. Love.

I think it is a beautiful colour. For me it also stands for a web that connects people. Not bots pretending to be people and not companies trying to relate to people. Real human beings, connecting with eachother. Which is more relevant today, than ever before.

I have used rebeccapurple and will continue to do so, for as long as I will get my hands on CSS. Not just because it’s pretty, but because of what it means to me and what got me into web design and development.

Two thoughts (neither of them are mine). Both are from a spiritual perspective, and I hope they resonate.

Your daughter’s soul, knowing that her time on earth would be short, decided to spend that time with you.

Being young and pure her soul went straight to paradise. Perhaps you, like the rest of us, are being given a chance to purify your own soul so that you may join her there when your time comes. This is from Victor Frankl’s book, Man’s Search for Meaning.

Again, I am sorry for the loss you feel.

She lives on in your memory and now in ours, every time we choose her color.

But she lives on as well as a person, for now as a spirit, and one day again in physical form. And you will see her again, with your wife, and embrace her, and she you.

With all my heart, I hope you my find some healing for your grief, knowing that in this life, we can never fully overcome it, but my hope is you may feel some relief, until that day when “God will wipe away tears from all faces”.

However, through countless challenges and moments fraught with uncertainty, we fought together, and I’m incredibly grateful that we’ve come so far. In sharing this, I want you to know that I truly understand and empathize with your journey. You are not alone in your pain.

My grandma still talks about her sometimes.

I cannot even begin to imagine how it feels to lose a daughter. I will not pretend to understand it.

May you find peace.

In the years she was here, she was loved. And she did not have to endure this cold, hard world without you.