24 years ago. I was in a very deep, dark place after the death of my middle son. I joined a support group, got counseling..but little of that helped. It was when my grandmother held my oldest son(then 2) in front of me and got very angry..she wasn't really yelling at me, it was more end of the rope frustration. Anyway she said to me "you are leaving the living to follow the dead." It really woke me up. Even though I had been taking care of my oldest..I was not really emotionally there. Losing a child is a very difficult thing. My mother didn't understand for a long time. She does now though. My brother died when he was 29. As hard as my own pain was to live with..I can't imagine losing a child I'd had with me for 29 years. Sorry, rambling here.
at 7:38 PM on Nov. 8, 2009