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Permalink Reply by Nb on October 31, 2016 at 3:22pm

I keep trying to answer this, but it just wonʻt post.  I am sorry for the loss of your daughter. The image of walking through molasses is just exactly right - thatʻs exactly how I feel. I am worried about the holidays, because his birthday is just then, too. Every day seems harder and harder. 

Permalink Reply by Patty on October 31, 2016 at 4:56pm

Something is going on with the website.  I'm having trouble getting things to post as well and when they do sometimes they come up multiple times.   You should be able to delete posts by clicking the x in the upper right corner of the post.

Permalink Reply by Nb on November 15, 2016 at 3:36pm

I am having such a hard day today. Lucasʻ gravestone was put on his grave yesterday, and it is just "more real" for some reason. I am having all kinds of physical symptoms, presumably from stress, and I just am not handling anything well. I totally over-reacted to a classmate who said "Be strong, we are with you," on Facebook - telling me to "be strong" is a punch in the stomach, I replied (and I DIDNʻT add - "And, no, you are not "with me" - and God forbid that you should ever be in the same spot as I am now). Itʻs only Tuesday...I am not sure I can teach for three more days with any kind of patience or grace.

Permalink Reply by Silke B. on February 27, 2017 at 5:39am

The last 4  weeks are the worst in my whole life. 3 weeks ago my son Steven, 16 years old, went to a birthday party. He stayed over night there. The next day he was dead. He drunk out of a bottle, he thought was juice in it, but there was a mixer of methadone in the bottle. Than he went to sleep, later vomit in he's sleep and died on that, cause he didn't wake up.

 A drug addict women, who lives in a apartment in that house where the b-party was had methadone to get off the drugs. She suppose to keep it looked up.......nobody knows how the bottle got there , it's still under investigation.

The lab results from the autopsy of my son proved that he had methadone in his blood, just a little, but it's so poison that it was enough.....

I don't know how to go on with life, I lost my faith, I'm so lost.

I'm german and my husband of 26 years is American. He served 20 years in the U.S. Army, then got out as a veteran. We decided to stay in a small town in Germany, so my son can finish his school and it supposed to be safe here.

I keep asking Why ????? but I know there will be no answer.

Permalink Reply by Connie K on March 1, 2017 at 1:46pm

Dear Silke B

I lost my only child, my son Daniel at age 17 in a tragic car accident. His "friend" was speeding and lost control. My son was the only one injured and died almost instantly. I understand the horror you are going through. The suddenness, the trauma.  The lost future for us all. The indescribable pain. I am so sorry. How could he not come home that night? Sending you love and prayers

Permalink Reply by Silke B. on March 2, 2017 at 6:40am

Hallo Conni K

I'm so sorry for your loss and all them, some how, unreal story's on this side. That's how I feel sometimes, like all this is not real. I get up in the morning, hoping this was a nightmare. I question every day, why I'm still here and I go to bed, hoping I don't wake up the next morning.

I'm so exhausted, I don't want to think about it anymore and I don't want to cry anymore, but it's not going away. This feeling of emptiness is terrible.

We got the clothes back, he was wearing that day. I can't think of, what to do with them. So they been sitting on the stars in the hallway. Also are he's shoes, can't put them anywhere else. Makes me feel like he's still here, in he's room. I haven't even driven a car since that terrible day.

Permalink Reply by B.Windsor on March 28, 2017 at 5:26am

i can definitely understand your feelings, Conni K.  Most of my days are spent finding it hard to believe that this is even real....

Permalink Reply by B.Windsor on March 26, 2017 at 10:41pm

i guess i need to share a little background info, before i get into what happened.  Both of my parents died before i got pregnant or married my first husband.  When my daughter, Shelby, was a baby and her father and i'd decided to let his mother be the 'babysitter,' times were a bit of a struggle.  His mother is/was very opinionated and didn't make things easy on us, considering she was Shelby's grandmother.  Everything was about money with her, so we had to pay her daycare prices, as well as extra funds to have any special 'grammee-Shelby-time'.... And when Shelby was around two, she even tried to talk us into signing over guardianship, since we both worked!  Let's just say that that didn't go over well.  So, that went on for another couple years, for the most part--as well as marital issues and the other attitudes and threats that she and her husband issued to me.  When Shelby was four, i had her brother.  He was one month old, to the day, when we were all involved in an auto accident.  i'm grateful that i was the only one injured, but at the same time, it's changed my life.  So, after i was released from the hospital (a little more than a month), and got thru the rehabilitation to be able to function and raise my kids, i was 'stuck' at home and unable to work.  i could definitely see huge differences between my two kids--personality and behavior, as well as their friends and education.  What made things so much more difficult:  any time Shelby seemed to disagree with her father or myself's parenting skills or whatnot, she'd call her grandmother, who'd always try to 'rescue' her from us.  This wound up being a true issue and when Shelby was fifteen, she tried to run away.  i wound up calling the police and every friend i could find a number for, while her brother--who was 10-11 at the time, ran bare-foot down a rocky driveway and around the neighborhood; as well as their dad's driving around trying to find her.  Needless to say, after about four hours, the cops brought her home, where she told us that she didn't want to live under our rules anymore.  The next thing she did--call her grandmother, who came right over.  *sigh  i was heart-broken, but at the same time, i wanted my husband--her son--to stand by the rules he'd agreed to and made, not give in to his mother.  Long story shortened:  i went through the "Youth Villages" program for the sake of the family--mainly for Shelby.  We implemented the contracts and changes to the home and things seemed to be a little better/safer. Less than two months before her high school graduation, she came to me one evening as i was washing dishes, and told me she was leaving--could not deal with how her father was treating her (which i understood).  Her brother and his friend were playing a video game in one room, and saw all this take place.  Her father was in the living room, playing his game, online.  Shelby and i walked out the front door, together, right by her father, and he never noticed she was gone!  (i had to tell him the next day.)  Needless to say, instead of continuing for the next few weeks so she could graduate, she just left it....and moved in with a 'friend.'   So many things happened....so many other details....it's just plain ugly.  Her father became my ex-husband, and he vowed to keep our son from me, because i left. Shelby evidently 'chased' this guy and hooked up with him--he was 28, and she was 17.  So, they became engaged and had a son together.  According to what i've been told, they were all staying with his parents (in a separate area of the home w/separate utilities).  A lot of what i've been told hasn't been proven as fact, so i'm not sure when she really started using.  {The only time i'd ever known of her using anything was when she was in high school and wound up skipping for a few days with some friends, to smoke some weed in the woods.}   i have a feeling--since i don't have any real proof--that her fiance' is the one who initially introduced her to the drug-scene and got her started.  i had no idea she was ever using....i suspected something like that was going on, since she'd gotten arrested for larceny. *sigh  i saw her mugshot and told my husband that she definitely looked like she was using something.  Nobody told me anything.  Nobody.  She'd convinced me that she didn't have money to feed my grandson nor herself, pay for utilities, their doctors' appointments, etc.  So, i wound up sending her what amounted to around $2,000 or more, in a couple months' time.  i had a really rough day, for some reason that i couldn't initially figure out, until the following day, when my ex called.  i called him back and he told me she'd died the day before.  He also told me he wasn't even going to let me know she was gone!  Since i'm in Canada, and definitely not in the area (NC), he gave me the detective's name and the information about Shelby's cremation--since he was not having a funeral. *sigh  i couldn't/can't shake the feeling that he feels embarrassed that she died that way....after being unresponsive in their home, while her fiance' and son were downstairs, and she was 'laying down'...after some odd behavior.  i also have a really hard time believing that no one who was around her in her life didn't notice!!  This all happened last month....15 Feb 2017.  

Personally, i've never known the 'right way' to grieve.  i've experienced loss all my life.  But, i don't really know how to let go.  i still can't see her as gone.  i can't think of her in the past tense.  She is and will always be my daughter...my first born....She had more to do in this life...she was only 23!!!!

On another note, my plan, at this time, is to have a sort of 'going away party' for her, when i get back to the state.  This may be later on this year, or the early part of next year, but i want anyone/everyone who knew her to have a chance to say goodbye and heal some, if possible.  

Of course, the main concern at this point:  my grandson.  So, i have to try and keep some sort of composure...and not overreact.

Permalink Reply by Connie K on March 27, 2017 at 9:41pm

Dearest Billy

 I am so sorry for your loss and to have to welcome yu to this group. I only hoe you can find some hope and solace here. Hugs to you

Permalink Reply by B.Windsor on March 28, 2017 at 5:20am

Thank you, Connie K.  For now, it's still unreal....and hard to believe that she's gone.  But, i'm trying to keep going.

Permalink Reply by Karen Schell on April 4, 2017 at 11:02am

Hi Everyone, My name is Karen too, :) First of all i want to say my heart goes out to all on the loss of our children. I am a bereaved mother and a widow as well.

But my precious son died in 1995, so a very long time ago. He was 23 when he died, and i had him when i was still a teenager. He was killed by a drunk driver. It shattered my world as i knew it, and i love and miss him everyday.

I lost my daughter almost 5 years ago, it will be 5 yrs. in May, and she died of substance abuse. A very different kind of grief to what i experienced when my son died.

She was my one and only beautiful girl and have two other surviving boys. We cope, but somedays i don't know how we have got through it all. My children are my heart and half my heart is with my children that died. Maybe one day we will know why?

Permalink Reply by Mona Wills on July 14, 2017 at 3:53pm

Just before midnight on 12/12/15 we lost our 17 year old daughter to a drunk driver.  Rhiannon and her friend were picked up by some boys at the bowling alley that night.  They were taken to a party where the boys purchased extra alcohol to get them drunk so that they could take them up to a home where the parents were gone.  We know the intentions were not good.  They never made it.  The driver was nearly 3 times the legal limit that night.  Our daughter was the only fatality which, in itself, is a miracle.  

There are no words to describe our loss, as I'm sure you all know too well.  We hope to finally get to court August 7th,8th and 9th.  We've had one trial date after another postponed.  Meanwhile the adult that did this (yes the driver was an adult), has been out living his life with no significant punishment up to this date.    We offered him a measly 15 years, 10 suspended, 13 months of intensive treatment and 10 years of parole and he turned that down, so now I hope they nail him for at least 10 years in prison. 

Yes, I'm still angry but mostly I just miss my daughter.   She was such a wonderful girl.  She was so kind and at her service there were hundreds of classmates.  In the receiving line we heard over and over again about how sweet she was, how she stood up for the bullied, how she told girls how beautiful they were just when that's what they really needed to hear.  She was just a wonderful girl

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