My child died unexpectedly as a teenager.<\/p>\n
It was paralysingly shocking, almost like the end of the world. Worse than the stories tell you. <\/p>\n
And yet nothing changed, even though AI apparently offers transformation as an almost automatic, poetic consequence. The world does not stop, and your neighbour does not turn down the cheerful summer music because of your loss. Your personality and outlook do not change. You do not understand life\u2019s uniqueness and fragility any better.<\/p>\n
But I did understand that I could \u2014 indeed, that I had to \u2014 laugh and find joy in life in my child\u2019s honour, as part of their legacy. \u201cMum, chill,\u201d they often said when I fretted about little things, such as their failure to learn to knit a sock, followed by throwing the unfinished effort onto the school roof. Perhaps that counts as change; perhaps it does not. Cause and effect are a complicated weave.<\/p>\n
Life goes on and finds its course, sooner or later. You will get through this. You are still needed. Your time to leave is not yet. As time passes, the tsunami recedes and settles into smaller waves. Let your smile shine. <\/p>\n
\u2014 Peilityyni<\/em><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lapseni kuoli yll\u00e4tt\u00e4en teini-ik\u00e4isen\u00e4. Se tuntui halvaannuttavan j\u00e4rkytt\u00e4v\u00e4lt\u00e4, l\u00e4hes maailmanlopulta. Pahemmalta kuin mit\u00e4 tarinoissa kerrotaan. Mik\u00e4\u00e4n ei kuitenkaan muuttunut, vaikka teko\u00e4lykin t\u00e4t\u00e4 n\u00e4k\u00f6j\u00e4\u00e4n tarjoaa ik\u00e4\u00e4nkuin automaattisena runollisena seurauksena. Ei maailma pys\u00e4hdy eik\u00e4 naapuri lakkaa huudattamasta kevytt\u00e4 kes\u00e4musaa sinun menetyksesi ohjaamana. Ei persoona eik\u00e4 el\u00e4m\u00e4nasenne muutu. Ei el\u00e4m\u00e4n ainutlaatuisuutta ja haurautta tajua yht\u00e4\u00e4n paremmin. Ymm\u00e4rsin kuitenkin, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[58],"tags":[],"oma_polku":[],"class_list":["post-458","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-tarinat"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/458","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=458"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/458\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":462,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/458\/revisions\/462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=458"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=458"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=458"},{"taxonomy":"oma_polku","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/omaihminen.fi\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/oma_polku?post=458"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}