{"id":304,"date":"2020-05-07T20:14:07","date_gmt":"2020-05-07T20:14:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/?p=304"},"modified":"2020-05-07T20:14:07","modified_gmt":"2020-05-07T20:14:07","slug":"does-time-heal-all-wounds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/2020\/05\/07\/does-time-heal-all-wounds\/","title":{"rendered":"Does Time Heal All Wounds?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

If you look at me, you may not see my wounds. I have all my fingers, arms, and legs that I was born with. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When a mother loses a child, there’s a feeling that is similar, I suppose, to that of one who loses a limb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the date of her death is approaching, I’m feeling afraid. I’m afraid of the pain. The memory of that day, weeks afterward. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Does time heal all wounds? No, I’m afraid it doesn’t. Not this. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once a child is gone, what is left? Memories, remanents of clothes, and pictures. A person who loses a leg, can get a prosthetic leg and learn to walk again, but what can a mother do? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mother can keep walking forward, but there’s always the pain. There’s always an ache and a limp that only another mother who lost a child can recognize. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A person who loses a limb sometimes reaches out to touch the phantom limb when the ache overcomes them. Similarly, a mother reaches out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The advice I give myself is to keep walking, even if it hurts, keep going on. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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If you look at me, you may not see my wounds. I have all my fingers, arms, and legs that I was born with. When a mother loses a child, there’s a feeling that is similar, I suppose, to that of one who loses a limb. As the date of her death is approaching, I’m … Continue reading “Does Time Heal All Wounds?”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-304","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-grief-and-growth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/304","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=304"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/304\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":307,"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/304\/revisions\/307"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=304"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=304"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/navejar.com\/Beck\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=304"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}