Thru the years we had our ups and downs. Then stigma people put on some for being addicted to drug is horrible. My son had gotten “clean” but then relapsed while with a “friend”. Things had gotten so GOD between us over the past year or so. We talked and laughed and became close like never before. On 7/20/10 2 police officers knocked on our door at 5:51 am with the horrible news. My son was gone, I can not fucntion as I used to I can not ever be the person I used to be. I miss my son as I have never missed anything ever in my life.
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I am so sorry for you loss Tracy! Wish I could give you a magic formula to help through you grief but I don’t think there is one… we must all find our own. but know this you’re not alone!
Oh, Tracy, I know how it felt when I lost my son. Your words that you will never be the same person is truth. Now it’s your choice where you go from here. Please know I will pray for you.
Hold on tight, dear mother. E-mail me any time, please.