A Mother's Story

For a few days now, I have been trying to formulate in my head and my heart a blog that would speak to the loss of my child. My younger son took his life two weeks ago. So many questions that will never have answers.

Those that knew him from years ago, remember the intelligent, witty, kind and handsome guy that made no enemies and had a loyalty for friends that knew no bounds. The posted messages from friends, parents of friends, former teachers, and those whose lives he came in contact with are a testament to how many people one life can touch.

This is also the guy that slowly began slipping into a darkness that most of us can not, nor should not, have to comprehend. Watching your child fight for reality and realize there is little if nothing you can do as a parent, has to be one of the most painful experiences for a person to endure.

Our children are often referred to as our link to the future. But I really feel it is more than that. Like a pebble thrown in the water, that ripple-effect of their time on earth, no matter how long or how short, has an impact. As a mom, my hope is that we are all better people because we had Joe in our lives for awhile.