When breathing is an effort
March 15 2008 was by far the worst day of my life. My beautiful 41 year old son was snatched from my life.
As he drove home to his wife and two children a vehicle lost control, stuck his truck and it began to roll, throwing him from it. He was the most wonderful son a mother could have. He was beautiful inside and out. Six foot four inches of spirit and love for life.
Because two kids decided to race and be irresponsible. I lost my son, his wife lost her husband and his children lost a wonderful dad. I miss him so much I ache. There is this emptiness that will never be filled. I know God is with me and that is the only way I am making it.
Most people just think you should get over it and go on. How do you do that? I actually had a "friend" tell me after only two weeks that I just needed to move on. I am thankful for family members and real friends who have offered love and support.