Dealing with my grief

This August will be two years since I've suffered the loss of my youngest son. I'm having more frequent good days than bad. However, I'll never be the same person I was before his death. Things that I once thought mattered doesn't even matter anymore. His death has made me stronger. I am in a peaceful state now and I credit that to my faith in God.

My son had a seizure in his sleep over a 1,000 miles away from me. I never wanted him to live alone but he insisted that he would be okay. I had to let him live his life. We as parents wish we could protect them all their life but it's something we have no control over.

I've fought hard to get where I am now. Prayer, therapy and medication all have helped me. As I approach his birthday month as well as the anniversary of his passing my therapist suggested I do something he would have done so I think I'm gonna go camping well rather "glamping" because I can't rough it just yet.😂

❤ I miss him every single day.

To my friends here that message me even when I'm gone for weeks....... thanks for checking on me. It makes me smile when I see your messages.