He was a carpenter & was in the beginning stages of remodeling our entryway when he left us. Just two weeks before I was wringing my hands in a text to him, concerned that there were aspects of the project they might not be able to handle. His reply – “We can do it all, Mom. We are profreakingfessionals!” I took a breath because I knew he was right.
Today is the 3 month mark & my entryway remains unfinished; a painful reminder of the talent wasted. Flooring is stacked up, different paint swatches are tested on the walls, the new front door is installed, but not painted, etc. Part of me wants to leave it as is forever.
I remember the three month mark well. It was a real turning point in my healing; although I did not know it at the time. I struggled so hard with my grief and trying to put on "the face" for everyone. Please be gentle with yourself and know we are here.
Proud Army Mom
I thought I would lay down and die after losing my Son to suicide.
Instead I chose to fight the monster that killed him.
Hold On, Pain Ends