8 Years. . .Love NEVER Ends

Each passing year I think, “This year will be easier. It’s just another day.” But then December 1st approaches and I find myself sinking into the memories of that day 8 years ago when our precious T.J. left us. His death by suicide still reverberates in my mind and soul as a scream of HOW? WHY? It is as if I am dropped into an abyss of darkness and then I find myself enveloped with kindness and a whisper of "he was loved, you are loved, but you will never know the answer to those questions while here on earth." I am then able to move forward out of the darkness once again. That’s the thing about grief—it never ends. It is something you live with every day and it becomes part of you. I acc


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