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