I’ve been suffering for your loss, too. I’m so sorry.
How old was she?
Kelly was 34. Unlike you, I was given the opportunity to be present when she was taken into the arms of Jesus. I had the opportunity to say goodbye. I can’t imagine your grief at this time. But life is a combination of joy and sorrow. I don’t think I laughed for a week after she died. Then my grandaughter did something that made me laugh uncontrollably. At that point I knew I was on the road to healing. There is a time to laugh and a time to cry. Someday you will laugh again. Someday your mourning will be turned gladness. But now is the time to grieve. God Bless you!
Reading your story just sucked the air out of me. I’ve never read anything like this here on Free Republic. I am sure people are hunting for his FB page. I know someone will start a fund to carry on his work. I get mad when my kids get a new tatoo but never more. Prayers for you and all the other on here pouring their souls out with their stories of people losing loved ones too soon. Hearing what your son did for people makes me want to be a better person and to help others. God Bless.