It was the day I felt as though I had been let loose into outer space on my own.
I felt numb. Lost. Dislocated. Amputated.
Nothing made any sense any more.

The day my beautiful son left his physical body.

I started writing this blog that day to make sense of this world and my life again, to spend time with my son everyday. The overpowering intention was to not have this happen to anyone else. No one deserves to loose any one they love to suicide. No one deserves to suffer alone to the extent that they cannot bear to live any longer.