Losing my son continues to affect me in ways that are hard to imagine. Years worth of work and growth all seem to have been erased and I am back to viewing the world like I did when the injured, dead, and dying were all that concerned me for 7 years.
But what the ancients state as the reasoning for covering the mirrors is that when a loved one dies, that death leaves a void which attracts evil spirits. If you’re like me before the loss of my son, you would have smiled at this belief. (Demons...c’mon.) But now, I’m not so sure. There is a darkness that has steadily crept into this home and crept into my heart since the death of my son.
The sky was grey. The grass had been steeped in water all night. And there before us was a rectangular hole in the ground with a small cloth wrapped box in front of it.
