|Pieta, by Michelangelo|
~ Gregory Peck, in an interview many years after the death of his son
In the ordinary course of events, we parents don't expect to out-live our own grown children. But when an adult child does precede us in death, it shatters our assumptive world and brings us to our knees. It goes against what we perceive to be the natural order of things, and it feels very, very unfair.
At such a sorrowful time, where can bereaved parents turn for understanding, comfort and support?