Forward

I think that sharing what I've been going through these past couple weeks could benefit someone who has lost a child. I'm still going through it. There is no adequate description of the emptiness and wrongness that boils unanswered inside of you. 

Everyone sends their condolences and says they can't imagine how it feels. They are correct. The words you are reading started out as me trying to write something that would be appropriate to say at my son's funeral, but there's just too much. It would last hours and this is a summer funeral amidst peak coronavirus. So it will go here. 

My son has died. My life is completely different. And if you're in this horrible place with me, I'm so sorry. If you're trusting me by reading my words, and I cannot give you comfort; then I hope that I am at least able to give you a direction where you can see hope, and every day is not a waking nightmare.  

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