by Pat Foster
It's 5 & 1/2 months since my son died. The weather is warm & the sun shines bright, but all I see is gloom. I used to love being outside soaking up the sun but not anymore. I see no brightness since my son left this earth. I have no interest in anything anymore. My neighbor wanted to know when we were going to mow our lawn, I didn't even notice it had grown so high.
I finally cleaned the pool so the grandkids could use it, if it wasn't for them the pool would be green. I'm tired, I'm sad, I'm angry & I miss my son. I would give anything to see him just one more time. That's not true because one more time wouldn't be enough. I hate this life, I hate the new me.