My son served with the 82nd Airborne PIR four years on the front lines in Iraq and Afghanistan. God kept him safe throughout the entire time. While he was home on leave, he was killed in a tragic highway accident. Only 28 years old, engaged to be married, and eager to finish his college education as a Physician's Assistant. It's been 3 1/2 years and the dagger remains in my heart. I've tried counseling, medication, reading books, journaling, joining support groups, supporting the soldiers through donation of time, money, and care packages. I've funded a permanent scholarship in his memory, given donations to many charities in his memory, volunteered for highway safety programs and law enforcement agencies. Only a few still remember what an awesome young Christian man he was. God took the best and left me with nothing. His older brother who lives with me is a rock band star and has spiraled even further down. I am trapped in misery until I die. I'm sixty years old and single, very active in my church and community but nothing helps the agony and pain of constantly thinking about him 24/7. people say I'm so much better, I even laugh once in a while, but I just exists just to get through another 24 hours. What else can I do?