Thank you to the author for putting words to the ineffable sorrow after my son, too, was stolen by a sick mind virus propogated by my sick "society." As well as my SON, I miss who I was before this unnatural horror -- a person with actual well-being who could absorb more joy and sleep better -- a person without a relentless ache and helpless anger.
At least with PITT, we know we are not alone in this horror -- though it sure feels this way among my friends and family, and as I live my life in my very blue town and state.
I miss you my Erik. It’s been 3 years of no contact. We were such a team. My firstborn. I find it so hard to believe you don’t miss me. I will never stop praying and it’s so difficult to stop crying.
Thank you for writing this! Oh that shadow over the face, curtain over the eyes when I bring up something that should never be discussed … and the slamming of a door. When will it end? I miss my whole kid too
Heartbreak, again with every word. I miss you Ryan, my son.
Thank you! I miss my son too, so so much!
How I miss saying her name.
This was powerful. Thank you.
This could have been written by me about my firstborn son, but it has been 12 years, not five.
I miss the REAL person I bore and raised. There are far too many of us.
Amen and amen! My exact thoughts. I miss my son too.
Heartbreaking. Such rampant madness and evil. It has to turn around soon. I still hope.
This is so heartbreaking. God have mercy!
Oh gosh, this is so so sad. My first born too. Where is that person, so terribly missed. So very gone. It is beyond tragic.
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Another Father's Day with no thanks from my bearded breastless daughter, we miss you kiddo, come home, restore your family and your sanity.
I could feel your pain through your words because it is my reality as well. I’m so sorry.
Thank you to the author for putting words to the ineffable sorrow after my son, too, was stolen by a sick mind virus propogated by my sick "society." As well as my SON, I miss who I was before this unnatural horror -- a person with actual well-being who could absorb more joy and sleep better -- a person without a relentless ache and helpless anger.
This. Exactly this.
At least with PITT, we know we are not alone in this horror -- though it sure feels this way among my friends and family, and as I live my life in my very blue town and state.
I miss you my Erik. It’s been 3 years of no contact. We were such a team. My firstborn. I find it so hard to believe you don’t miss me. I will never stop praying and it’s so difficult to stop crying.
So beautifully said ❤️ So tragically sad 😞 we’re all with you 🙏🏻 wishing you the best ❤️
Thank you for writing this! Oh that shadow over the face, curtain over the eyes when I bring up something that should never be discussed … and the slamming of a door. When will it end? I miss my whole kid too
Heartache… combined with non- stop policing of language. So exhausting…aren’t they tired too? It’s not living.😢