Four weeks ago, my wife and I buried our 17 year old son. He died on Easter Sunday and our lives have been shattered by this loss. It happened so suddenly - on Good Friday, he was sick -throwing up & fever. We all thought it was the flu. On Saturday, he complained about shortness of breath - we went to the ER - they found pneumonia. After moving to ICU, my son crashed - CPR was done to get his heart started. It turns out that my son had sepsis - caused by strep throat. On Easter Sunday, my son passed away.
Our son was brillant - he had been accepted to Duke University and was an Eagle Scout. He had his whole life ahead of him and for this to happen, is just simply uncomprehendable. My wife and I are devastated and we have a huge empty space. We are a very private family and do not want to go to counseling. We have a 12 year old son and he is doing the best of the three of us. This is the worst possible feeling and we just do not understand. I do not want to hear about "God's will" or "God's Plan" because this is simply not right. We taught our son morals, ethics, and character so that he would be a successful young man.
We cry. We hurt. And we are having such a difficult time. We know that we need to be strong for our 12 year old. Going to work is hard - when I am driving, I think about my son. We could not stand the thought of putting our son in the cold dark ground, so he is in a crypt. We visit him almost every day and bring him fresh cut flowers. This is so hard. Easter no longer has a rejoiceful meaning in our lives.