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.
MandiTags: grief, hope