I wanted to see my son’s body

Trigger warning: Strong Emotional Content.  

I ached to see him one more time. There would never be another opportunity, so the urge was strong and unrelenting.

In early, raw grief, it can be an almost irrational, desperate wish. I wanted to touch his hand, say goodbye although I knew his spirit had already left because I had felt it leave me the Friday he took his life. Before I got news.

Why didn’t I get to see my son one last time?

And this story begins at the end of my son’s life.

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