I never thought of this website as a matchmaking site. But apparently it is.
Once upon a time, I met a lady named Tamara who became my friend when I reached out to her after her son, Logan, died in a truck crash. Logan suffered from mental illness including a binge eating disorder and lived in the neighborhood Charles grew up in.
So she understood my frustration with the mental health system. And the expense. Even more coincidental, Logan went to the same boarding school in Utah as Charles.
We were instant friends
Tamara wrote this article about her … Read more...
Such joy to visit my oldest son Richard living in LA.
Sadness because my youngest son, Charles, was not with us.
Joy to see Richard handling real life and maturing.
Sadness that he’s so far away from us.
Joy to see my oldest follow a dream he’s had since 8th grade.
Sadness that my youngest didn’t get to do the same.
Joy in the fact that Richard has a solid job at a good company (Tom Hanks studio, Hertzog)
Sadness that I have to leave and go home.
It’s hard to get used to the roller coaster of emotions … Read more...
If ever anyone is entitled to bitterness, I feel it would be those of us who have lost a child. Frankly, I don’t want to live my life feeling that way. It would be a disservice to my son that died as well as the one that lived.
I think the key to leaving bitterness behind is finding my direction and purpose in the most devastating tragedy of my life. My purpose as a mother was to raise my two boys to be thriving adults. To have one of them die by suicide at age 20 wasn’t part of that plan. With … Read more...