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.
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