I lost my 25 year old son to suicide. When it happened, I thought I would never survive losing him, and the pain and grief that followed. But I did survive and as time goes on, have slowly learned to embrace life again, find joy, and meaning. This journey has been long and hard, but I believe my son has been my companion and is at my side. I live now for both of us, and pray I have not let him down.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Stars
Perhaps they are not the stars,
but rather openings in Heaven,
where the love of our lost ones pours through...
and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
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