What else goes with the unbearable sadness of losing a child?

An overwhelming fear. 

A fear of “What will I do?”

Where will I go?

How will I live?

A fear that amplifies the sorrow. 

The constant fear goes away faster than the feeling of loss. 

But it lurks forever. 

Waiting to strike. 

Making you look around in a panic. 

Making the sadness come back in a wave. 

A wave you never saw coming. 

A wave that washes you back to the event in a current you can’t fight. 

A current you just ride and try not to drown. 

As the metaphor of a current implies you get soaked, so are you soaked with fear for a time. 

Battling to return to normalcy.