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Permalink Reply by Linda on February 5, 2010 at 5:16am

Debra Walker Pratt said:

Hello, Linda,
I'm at work this afternoon, thinking about my son, Jonathan, who took his life last February 10, 2009. I'm so very sorry that you have to bear this grief as well. It's a sadness that is with us all the time, even when it doesn't show. We ask the same thing: why didn't he tell us how down he was that day? What didn't he reach out to his friends or family? Today, I went up to the cemetery on my lunch hour to make sure it was all okay. I told God how much I loved Jonathan, and that I am very thankful for the 23 years that he was with us here on earth. I know I'll see him in heaven someday, but it's terribly lonely here without him now.
I'm sorry for your loss, Linda, and I'll think of you as another Mom who knows what it feels like to lose a son too early.
Deb

Permalink Reply by Linda on February 5, 2010 at 5:28am

Hello Debra I would like to thank you for your reply. I'm having a very bad time with my son being gone. He was a wonderful young man. I know he felt helpless because you see my son had a blood disorder. And he couldn't work much.
So he wasn't bring home the good money anymore. I feel there was alot more going on in his life than my husband and I knew about. But with all that said it still doesn't help my hopeless and helpless feeling. I have been very depressed in the last week. People at my work think I'm to smile all the time and act like everything is ok and its not. People that haven't lost a child just don''t understand and I do understand that I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I just wish people would care alittle more about others. Thank you again. Linda

Linda said:

Debra Walker Pratt said:

Hello, Linda,
I'm at work this afternoon, thinking about my son, Jonathan, who took his life last February 10, 2009. I'm so very sorry that you have to bear this grief as well. It's a sadness that is with us all the time, even when it doesn't show. We ask the same thing: why didn't he tell us how down he was that day? What didn't he reach out to his friends or family? Today, I went up to the cemetery on my lunch hour to make sure it was all okay. I told God how much I loved Jonathan, and that I am very thankful for the 23 years that he was with us here on earth. I know I'll see him in heaven someday, but it's terribly lonely here without him now.
I'm sorry for your loss, Linda, and I'll think of you as another Mom who knows what it feels like to lose a son too early.
Deb

Permalink Reply by Ka'ai on February 5, 2010 at 12:44pm

UNBELIEVABLE!!!

Sherilyn Sowell said:

On November 11 ,2005 my 17 year old daughter Kelly, beautiful and full of life was dropped off home at 7:15 pm by her boyfriend. At about 9:35 p.m. that night, she quietly went into her bedroom that she loved so much, and hung herself with her puppy's leash. I found her at at 10:10p.m. The grief is only that, of what another parent who lost a child to suicide would even possible understand. Then on May 28, 2006 at about 9:10 p.m. my 30 yr. old son, Kevin, tucked his little boy of 7 yrs. into bed one night, put the needed medicine on his feet and kissed him good night, only it wasn't a kiss of good night, it was a kiss of "good bye" for right after he went downstairs to the bathroom shower about 9:35 p.m. and hung himself. His little boy recalled the next day, in tears, he said, "Popa kissed me and told me good bye last night, not good night?" Then on May 31, 2009 my youngest son, Cleve, was found dead in his apartment in SLC, Utah, at the age of 22 years. Just 2 months before that he had to pull my husbands, his fathers mangled up body out from underneath a car accident we had just outside of Thompson, Utah. This all just proved to much for Cleve to bear......I cry to everynight, every day, neither left a note, not an I love you, nothing. They just simply went to another place. So, go ahead and cry, for that is all we have left of them here is our tears, the memories and our hearts. I haven't as yet gotten over the part where I can recall the good memories, for each time I thought I was close to being able to do so, another loss I had to go through. Then I lost my dad in between my husband and my son Cleve. People will often with good intentions come up to me and say, "You look good, you are smiling. But, oh how I long to say to them, "But it is not my face, nor my smile that is broken, it is my heart."

Permalink Reply by mcynthiamartinez on February 10, 2010 at 1:42am

Sherilyn Sowell said:

On November 11 ,2005 my 17 year old daughter Kelly, beautiful and full of life was dropped off home at 7:15 pm by her boyfriend. At about 9:35 p.m. that night, she quietly went into her bedroom that she loved so much, and hung herself with her puppy's leash. I found her at at 10:10p.m. The grief is only that, of what another parent who lost a child to suicide would even possible understand. Then on May 28, 2006 at about 9:10 p.m. my 30 yr. old son, Kevin, tucked his little boy of 7 yrs. into bed one night, put the needed medicine on his feet and kissed him good night, only it wasn't a kiss of good night, it was a kiss of "good bye" for right after he went downstairs to the bathroom shower about 9:35 p.m. and hung himself. His little boy recalled the next day, in tears, he said, "Popa kissed me and told me good bye last night, not good night?" Then on May 31, 2009 my youngest son, Cleve, was found dead in his apartment in SLC, Utah, at the age of 22 years. Just 2 months before that he had to pull my husbands, his fathers mangled up body out from underneath a car accident we had just outside of Thompson, Utah. This all just proved to much for Cleve to bear......I cry to everynight, every day, neither left a note, not an I love you, nothing. They just simply went to another place. So, go ahead and cry, for that is all we have left of them here is our tears, the memories and our hearts. I haven't as yet gotten over the part where I can recall the good memories, for each time I thought I was close to being able to do so, another loss I had to go through. Then I lost my dad in between my husband and my son Cleve. People will often with good intentions come up to me and say, "You look good, you are smiling. But, oh how I long to say to them, "But it is not my face, nor my smile that is broken, it is my heart."

Permalink Reply by mcynthiamartinez on February 10, 2010 at 1:43am

I am devastated by my loss. But after reading yours, my heart goes out to you. May God Bless You.

mcynthiamartinez said:

Sherilyn Sowell said:

On November 11 ,2005 my 17 year old daughter Kelly, beautiful and full of life was dropped off home at 7:15 pm by her boyfriend. At about 9:35 p.m. that night, she quietly went into her bedroom that she loved so much, and hung herself with her puppy's leash. I found her at at 10:10p.m. The grief is only that, of what another parent who lost a child to suicide would even possible understand. Then on May 28, 2006 at about 9:10 p.m. my 30 yr. old son, Kevin, tucked his little boy of 7 yrs. into bed one night, put the needed medicine on his feet and kissed him good night, only it wasn't a kiss of good night, it was a kiss of "good bye" for right after he went downstairs to the bathroom shower about 9:35 p.m. and hung himself. His little boy recalled the next day, in tears, he said, "Popa kissed me and told me good bye last night, not good night?" Then on May 31, 2009 my youngest son, Cleve, was found dead in his apartment in SLC, Utah, at the age of 22 years. Just 2 months before that he had to pull my husbands, his fathers mangled up body out from underneath a car accident we had just outside of Thompson, Utah. This all just proved to much for Cleve to bear......I cry to everynight, every day, neither left a note, not an I love you, nothing. They just simply went to another place. So, go ahead and cry, for that is all we have left of them here is our tears, the memories and our hearts. I haven't as yet gotten over the part where I can recall the good memories, for each time I thought I was close to being able to do so, another loss I had to go through. Then I lost my dad in between my husband and my son Cleve. People will often with good intentions come up to me and say, "You look good, you are smiling. But, oh how I long to say to them, "But it is not my face, nor my smile that is broken, it is my heart."

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