The loss of my son who was murdered just for winning $150.00 on slot machine. He was only 24. I was so hurt that I cried hysterically at the funeral. I was so sick and wouldn’t eat, shower or anything. I was mean, hateful, rude and all that. I failed, didn’t protect my son❗ I wish I was there, and I wish I had him karate class. He was a super soccer star, made the paper several times. After more counseling, family, friends and even my doggie and kitty I realized it was really true. I had to accept that my son was so special that God called him early❗ I finally turned to God and started reading more. Now, after six years I am better and not scared of anyone/anything❗
Yes, I still have bad days
It’s the worse pain ever. He was stabbed multiple times from his chest to his groin. I still have not read the autopsy report❗ The pain was so serious that I even went to the bad neighborhood and called out names, pointed my finger like it was a gun because I didn’t care if I got shot. I did this several times and been got kicked out and banned at a gas station❗ I really thought nobody could fix me. Now, after six years, I am better. Thanks Ian,
I cannot imagine the pain you felt?