Two months ago, my youngest son, Tony died. The agony of his loss still invades every moment of my waking hours.
I know he will be in my heart forever, but I would much prefer he was still with us.
I think of his beloved Natasha, and his Patricia……. not me…….his daughter, along with Alex and Larissa. Grief is so painful.
Love each member of your family while you can. Every chance you get, show them too. It does not help if one dies, but at least you will not regret any word or action.
I was blessed with two wonderful sons, and while I am trying to work through the agony of losing one, I celebrate that I still have a grand lad, Iain, of whom I am very proud. In addition, I have two step-children that have treated me royally since I came into their lives. For all this, I am thankful.
Each member of my family is precious. I guess what I am trying to say is that having lost a precious son, I am still blessed, despite feeling bereft of joy, I know this will pass. The emptiness will eventually fill as life continues.