Why, Son, Why?
You died and I am left to ask, "Why?"
Why did you take your life ?
You meant so much to all of us. We were there to help you get through the tough times, was it the physical pain alone that caused you to kill yourself or had life been unbearable because of the ones that surrounded you? I will always think the pills you were given were the cause of the suicidal thoughts that flooded your mind. I can't seem to get past your death and how you ended your life...shot and in a shed!! Oh, my dear son, I weep for you all the time and hang onto the words you made me believe in a dream, "I didn't end my life of suffering so yours would begin, Mom." You are still thinking of me to comfort me.
Are you in heaven with Jesus? I believe that with all my heart. He died for every sin you ever committed and that one too. Maybe now I can stop asking, "why?".