Life can be tragic and the loss of a loved one profound. The loss of a child, no matter the age, is every parent’s worst nightmare. Losing your child to suicide is another level altogether.
It’s been two years. Sometime between the night of the 18th of Aug and the early morning of the 19, 2021, Sam succumbed to the demons that told him that his life didn’t matter.
I hate those demons. He mattered more than he could ever have imagined.
The only peace I have is knowing that when he left, he did find peace on the other side.
Two years has passed by in a hazy blur. And I’m thankful because each day that passes is one less day that I have to struggle along in a world without my son.
But today marks his ” Angelversary”.
It’s as hard a day as anyone could imagine, and it’s a day that I have dreaded all week. But this morning, I woke up and felt him all around me. From the music on my Playlist that just kept playing magic from one song to the next – to all the wildlife that I havnt noticed before, Sam went out of his way to make the day a special for me as he could.
There were tears. Of course, there were, and there will always be, but I did find peace in the day, and I know that he brought it to me.
I didn’t think I’d survive the loss of my son. There are days that I still don’t want to. But here I am….surviving.
Two years.
I miss you Sam.
For the Love of Sam 