Does time heal? It has been 30 days since my sons death and I don't feel like I'm healing.  Honestly, I feel empty.  Detached.  Is this real?  I say no, but the reality is it is.  This is my new world.  A place without my youngest son. A place I have to get used to being in.  I think once I get some of this off of my chest, when my heart is not so heavy, I can breathe again, until then, right now, this may be what's keeping me sane.

No mother should have to endure what I am going through.  No family should have to suffer the heartache and pain.  I want to be able to breathe and it not hurt so much.  Sometimes it feels like the air is being sucked out of me.  My chest feels like it's going to explode, because my heart hurts so much. Breathe...breathe....breathe.....yes, slowly I will breathe again.  I miss you son.  I miss you so much.