How is it possible that I have lived 2 years, 2 months and 3 weeks without my son? I thought that life would get easier as I got older. With experience I would be wiser and handle life's struggles in stride. I had no idea that my only child would be taken from me so suddenly and I would have to keep facing new days without his presence. I really miss him more than words can express. I ache to hear his voice, see his smile or feel his arms wrapped around me in a big bear hug. I guess I'm just feeling tired. Why? I really would like to understand how this could be my path.
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