The Journey called Grief
I lost my son 2 years ago. He was sixteen years old. He had the whole world at this feet and a lifetime to live or so I thought. I gunshot wound to the head on my birthday ended my life as well as his. My life will never be the same.It's funny how grief mirrors us in ways we would rather not have seen. How we suddenly see all the imperfect things about ourselves and begin to worry about our own life. His death has touched every aspect of my way of thinking and most certainly my life. I am no longer nor do I desire to be that person any more. I miss him and enjoy talking about him.
Hi Carla. I was truly touched when I read your comments about your son. Living in Jacksonville, Florida-the murder capital of the state-unfortunately, I hear this type of thing more often than I'd like. Such travesty and devastation to those loved ones left behind. No one knows the pain of losing a child unless you've lost one. I have not experienced this trauma, so I can only imagine a touch of what this must be like. That's why I'm currently forming a march for faith-based organizations to lift up their voices in our communities, against the violence that has so rampantly evaded our lives. Our young people are killing and being killed. Innocent lives are being taken. I cannot sit idly by and watch and complain and do nothing. I suggest some type of support group to just be there through your hard times. Nothing will replace him I'm sure. But it helps to know that someone cares about how you feel. Many blessings to you, my sista.