Some days, I want to tell everyone. Some days, I want to tell no one. Some days, I want to scream, “My son is dead! Dead! A stupid drunk driver killed him and took away everything that gave me purpose.” Then, some days, the pain is so unbearable that I can’t even speak it. I dare not tell anyone of the loss and tragedy because if I say it out loud, I will surely fall apart and never be able to put myself back together again.
Holding on to Harrison
Wandering thoughts of a grieving mother...
