Dark days even when the sunshines
Well, soon the 7th month of my sons death will be upon us. Not a lot has changed except some things just get harder. It's easy for people to say it's time to let go or it's time to move on or that life is for the living. Either their faith is much stronger then mine or they never lost a child. Things have gone to hell in a hand basket in our family since he completed suicide. Seems like the more time that passes the more real it becomes that he is not coming back. I see happy people out & about and I envy them, that's how my life use to be. I hate it when someone asks me how are you today, I want to scream at them and ask how would you be if your child was dead but instead I put a fake smile on my face and say just fine. I know take it one day at a time but that to easier said then then done.