The Berry Pickers

by Amanda Peters

But there’s no word for a parent who loses a child. I’ve come to believe that the event is just too big, too monstrous, too overwhelming for words. No word could ever describe the feeling, so we leave it unsaid.

Some wounds cannot be healed. Some wounds never close, never scar. But the further away from the injury, the easier it became to smile.

Sometimes I have trouble finding meaning in the things that happen to me, but I assume that the universe knows what it’s doing. Perhaps it’s my duty to carry this grief,

Mother always said that God would never give us more than we could handle.