In a few days, it will be one whole year since my sweet son ended his life. He was a thousand miles from home, alone on a rooftop in North Hollywood. Today marks the anniversary of the moment he told me the truth about how bad things really were for him and also the moment I knew I had no more time to get to him, I had let all my moments for action pass me by because of the idea (insisted on by others) that he had to save himself, not knowing that in the condition he was in, there was no way he could do that on his own. Ive written 6 journal notebooks in this past year, Ive gone at it from all angles, remembered all the details, played out every other option I could think of and yet, I cant bring him back. In the quiet of my mind one morning, I heard him whisper to me, You would just have been delaying the inevitable. And yet I still cry every day and miss him so much. This morning I was watching a rerun of Scrubs and saw this scene. It was so perfect and poignant, I wanted to share it with you today --- want to help me hope that his real life has begun, finally?
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 16:09:43 +0000
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