I googled about grief, and am typing this note, at 1:30 in the morning, because I can’t sleep for the pain of his absence, because I still cry all the time. She used the courts to keep my son isolated. Others change topics when we mention his name. I would thank her for the paper; for helping me to write it down and I would tell her what the last five years have affirmed for me, time and again. We simply learn coping mechanisms to carry the weight of the grief. Much love to those who are going through this nightmare.Loss really does change your life in a way only others who have experienced it can relate. She had a whole life and world ahead of her. Time does NOT heal this wound. There will always be a huge hole. “You don’t know me,” she said, “but when my son died, your writing helped and I wanted to thank you.”I didn’t know what to say, so I thanked her in return and I asked her name and then I hugged her. They hace allowed me to know, ” I AM NOT ALONE”. The prevailing conclusion from reading all of these emails, is that life is not worth living, and children not worth having, and I believe this. Forgive yourself, too.Say hello. The journey I walk is my own. She didn’t call anyone at all.
There are so many of us out there ready to support each other through this journey.
She took that away from me because she didn’t care enough to call his family knowing how critical his situation was then. There are no rules what helps – what comforts.My son died of a seizure 11-18-2018. I was not prepared to lose her this early in life (botched transplant) and I am racked with guilt for all the things I put off until later. Don't Cry :( ♥ DAD'S LOVE ♥ - Duration: 5:48. No matter what he had to do to get it. So young and had so much to look forward to and now my life is nothing. In my case as a grieving father, it has been tough! He was eight months old. He died after 12 days in the ICU after a traffic accident – someone pulled out in front of him, too….. I don’t know what to do anymore. Healing isn’t moving on… it’s figuring out how to move forward with your son still incorporated in your life. You are welcome to join (assuming you are on Facebook). The driver of the car, was likely drunk, maybe high, and walked away, leaving my son lying in the road for an hour and a half before he was found by a delivery driver. Hang in there. I am so upset with his step mom over this. Heaven feels much closer now, my fear of death is gone and I can not wait for the reunion. Also, I didn’t beat around the bush when it came to saying that her pain was going to be everlasting: it was about learning to live with it, not about getting over it. My helper was feeding him when he started struggling to breath, by the time i was called he was in a bad state and died in my arms.My son Ashton was senselessly murdered 9 months ago. Hugs!We lost our son to a relapse 10 weeks back . Both of my boys were autistic (high functioning), my 23 yo still lives with us. What is the point of living like this . My wife and I lost our 21 yo son this July to a heart arrhythmia. No! It is still such a raw and open wound.
I found him in his bedroom. Shock!!
He was our only child…and we will never see him experience life. Things came through that reading that no one could have possibly known. I have found that every memory I have is tucked away and things trigger for me every day. This pain reminds me just how very much I love him, my boy who is Somewhere Bigger than us both.
But I have come to the conclusion that we live in an imperfect world and that we have to keep breathing, that’s why it makes it to so hard to continue living with so much pain.You’re right, it does suck. I am so angry and upset its just not fair or right that evil people live charmed lives while the best people struggle and are besieged by tragedy.Today is our son’s birthday….he would be 23 years of age. I cry because I know that there is not a single day that young people die unexpectedly and that is because we are mortal.
My soul is torn to pieces. I lost my fiance when i was 7 months pregnant 5 years ago in a biking accident and 2 years ago, my 2 year old son drowned. 9-1-1 called and it took a half hour for them to get a small pulse.
It happened to me.So true that no one will fully understand until it happens to them. I am either thinking about him, talking to him or avoiding looking at his picture and being in the moment with him because it is so fresh and still hurts so much. They are loved…even still. No one can understand my love, no one can understand my pain for this one beautiful child. But you can’t FIX sonething you don’t know or hidden. This is an absolutely inexplicable pain…I am praying for strengthPlease know you did everything you could with the information you had. My boy knows that he inspired determination in me to never take anything for granted, yet to take this moment that I have to its fullest. Grieve on.I lost my son 37yrs old, my only child on July 10, 2019.
Oh yes.
And lastly, I told her that when she felt ready . My grief is only about me. Well he had gone to rehab 3 times, and had the banding again before this. It has been twenty hard years, and as an autistic man, sometimes more daunting, yet sometimes blessed for that uniqueness as well – I am in the final year of a graduate degree from a University and Institute that helped me become some of the man I am today.
Because of them, those are the words I offer to other people who experience a loss.Loss definitely shows us who our people are. I cling onto and collect anything I come across of his belongings.