Reliving the night that changed my life forever. A changed I was? not ready to make, yet I was forced to. My son, Kenny, My best friend. Shot not once, not twice, but three times left dying on the street.? While they ran with the only thing that could have kept him warm, his coat. It took me seven years and almost my life, to finish one of the hardest thing in my?life – this book. This is my story of how I struggle to survive after the death of my?child. The cries that was silent for days, weeks, months and years that? raced through my mind. The loss of hope, the loneliness, the?depression, the anger and the suicidal thoughts. Even though I lost my?faith in God, I had no-one that could help me pick of the pieces in my? life but Him, yet I refused to pray. The pain was too hard to bear, to?give it to Him. The pain that ripped apart my body for days as I lay? helplessly screaming silently, and no one heard my screams. One day I? had to let go and let God, I did.? I am surviving after the death of a child and I want you to be too.? Patricia
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i’am so sorry for your lose, i know it’s hard, you see my son commited suicide, he had a heroin addiction that he tred to quit but it got the best of him, he was my only son age 23, passed on may 9, 2006, i live with this everyday, i don’t know how you did it, but your faith in the lord has to be of some comfort.they say it takes time to heal, but oh how hard it is. wishing you the best and hang in there, god bless you.
My son Chauncey Shelton was killed May 10, 2007, and I am too struggling to survive, I was also angry with God. The pain of waking up every day without him is beginning to be unbearable. I miss him so much at times I feel like I am going to lose my mind. Please pray for me.
Looking for graghics for my son’s site I came across this one…Life is hell..birthday and death anniversary coming up..my 8yr. old granddaughter really does need me..or I wouldn’t be here..there are no words to describe this..I can’t imagine going thru life feeling this way everyday..it’s been 2 yrs. pain is still there just as much today..if not more..my son and only child is not coming home…ever..pray for me too please..there is no joy in anything anymore..I will pray for you all too..even if my faith is on shaky ground..I equate this with “the walking dead” How do we live like this?
My son Dylan was died on May 21, 2007. He was hit by a 4×4 truck driven by a so-called friend the night before. I can not actually believe that he is really gone. I still think he will come walking through the door at some point. The past 2 weeks, I am starting to come out of the fog that hit once he died. I am now realizing the fog was the easy part….now that it is fading reality is setting in. A reality I am not sure I can handle. Everyone says how strong I am, but on the inside I am basically dead too. The happy, proud mother I was disappeared when Dylan died. I wake up to cry and a fall asleep crying, breathing hurts.