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I lost my 32 year old nephew to a drug overdose Jan of this year. He was a beautiful man, an athelete, a son, a brother, a grandson and a friend to many. His death has left our family reeling. He is the son of my sister who I am very close with. I have been very supportive; helping in anyway I can. She is amazing to me. Going thru life, working, going to support groups, church and family are important. My problem is that I am grieving the loss of her son more than the loss of my nephew. Does that make sense? I have a 25 year old son and I keep thinking to myself, how can she cope? I can't imagine what she is going through but somehow my own grieving transfers to my own life and my fear of losing my son. Is this normal? I have been reading articles and blogs about grieving and I see myself in many of these articles. Yesterday I booked a trip to see my son, he lives out of state, and the minute I booked it I started to cry; a deep, mourning cry. I have had therapy and was using my tools and understood partly why I was crying, but I was surprised by my reaction; instead of being happy (which I was deep down) I was very sad. I know part of it is feeling guilty; feeling guilty that I can see my son, call him and be with him; not like my sister. I just can't imagine what she is going through. Has anyone experienced this? Any help you can give will be appreciated. Thank you.
On August 13, 2008, I loss my son Daniel. I walked in the den where he was placed by his friend and found him dead. Daniel was 23 years old. Daniel had been out drinking with his friend's and the only thing they told his brother that older that he had to much to drink. John watch over him for couple of hours and he was sleeping okay. He went to bed. I got up couple hours later to get his sister up younger to go to school and he was moming. A couple hours later I was cooking breakfast and went to get him up, he was cold and not breathing. I called 911 but I was to late. I lost my husband in 1995, lost my mom and dad in 2001, and in 2008, I lost one son. I hurt when I lost my husband and my mom and dad, but, when I lost Daniel I lost my heart. All I do is cry. And stay in bed. I hope I can get better and put it together soon.