8 weeks
62 days
1488 hours
89,280 minutes
5,356,800 seconds
to the second that I found out I lost my son...
to the second that I found out I lost my son...
It still hurts like hell
It sneaks up on you at the worst moments
Its not gotten any easier
I talk about him all the time as if he was still here
Its the only things that makes this easier
I talk about him all the time as if he was still here
Its the only things that makes this easier
I am so sad that you are going through this. It feels like hell. Such agony rides in the tidal wave of sorrow. Empty arms are heavy. The world loses its color. Then, there are those sneaker waves that seem to come out of no where and cause our knees to buckle, when we thought we were starting to walk again on stable ground. I wish I had words of comfort...but I know, first hand, those don't exist.
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