I lost both of my parents when I was eleven, my older brother years later and then I lost my only child, my son over a year ago. I know loss intimately. It is my constant companion. One thing that I have found in all this, is that loss is a part of life and everything happens for a reason. Lessons to be learned that we can't fully comprehend in our time of despair.
When my son passed, it was as if the breath was taken from me and I have never fully gotten it back, and I know I never will in this life. What keeps me going, is the belief that I will see him again when this life is done.
Hold onto the sweet memories and cherish them, because in the end, that is really all that we have. With that, I offer a quote from one of my favorite authors and will keep you and your loved ones in my prayers.
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." — Kahlil Gibran