July 2 was the fourth anniversary since my son Brian died. Time passes in a different dimension when your child dies. The daily tasks that are somewhat mundane but necessary keep me moving in a semi forward direction. But its not always forward.
There are days when the grief is still overwhelming, even after four years. There are days when I feel alone, that no one even remembers him. I know that death is an awkward subject for most people. Suicide is even worse. I also know that most people don't know what to say to those of us who have lost someone.
But because he asked, I go on with my days, trying to be happy, to find joy in the little things. To honor him. Because I love him.
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