I have a hard time 'agreeing' that my 23 year old son's death 2 years ago was a 'good' thing, or that he's in a 'better' place than HERE.<quoted text>
On that we can all agree I hope:)
I miss him so much, and don't 'know' that I'll ever see him again - all I know, is that he's not here.
I feel like a withered husk without him.
If I really thought there was a heaven, and that he was in it, I'd have killed myself two years ago to get there. I think about doing that every day - but I don't want my husband or my living son to miss me like they miss their Alex. It would hurt them.
So I stay.