Kids experience grief in a remarkable way. And they revisit the circumstances of their loss as they continue to age and their mental cognition advances.
As adults, it can be easy to forget how little children might remember. My first experience with death was my grandfather, who died when I was 8. I have no memories of him as a person, even though I spent countless hours with him. The clearest memory I have of him is limited to the time I took his hearing aid thinking it was one of my recently tumbled rocks, and his voice shouting in the background about his missing hearing aid.
This recent submission for Hidden Grief describes a child's experience with losing their parent at a young age — and perhaps some feelings of shame with how little they remember.
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