April 4th Friday.
I'm still trying to come to terms with my sons death. Some days it doesn't feel real that he's no longer here. I keep expecting him to walk through the door after his day at work. My heart aches for my child. I miss him more than anything. I'd do anything to see his face again, but instead I sit here looking at his urn on my fire place. We're in April already and on June 2nd it will be a year since he's passed away. I ask myself how I've made it this far in life because I am morbidly depressed and I'm grieving. How am I continuing with life? My dad's death destroyed me, but losing a child, I can't even put it into words how devastating it is. Not a day goes by where I don't think about my son and my dad. Every day I'm filled with deep sadness, my heart aches. I had a shit day yesterday, I didn't go the cafe because Jensen took me school morning and afternoon bless him. He was off work so it was nice of him take me school and Asda to...