I used to say this to Charles all the time. He just loved it. And when he’d get upset at a young age, he’d pat me on the back and I’d tell him, “I love you oodles, piles and truckloads.”
Even at an early age, Charles just felt deeper than others. He was a dreamer and nothing is more important to a dreamer than their relationships. I think when he killed himself, he just couldn’t stand the thought that he had “let everyone down.”
The depression and anxiety were bad but the heroin absolutely sucked the life out of my child. Even though he died by suicide, I still love him this much. Every single day. For the rest of my life. A mom’s love for her child never dies.
What is the #griefheart project?
I explain my #griefheart project here.