I lost my son on May 26th. He was stationed at Ft. Stewartand was living off base. His roommate found him. He had hung himself.
This was my only son and my heart is breaking more and more everyday. The pain almost takes away my breathe. I just can't believe this is real. I have been strong but I am tired of it - I am HURTING and I am MAD!!!! I don't know at what exactly but just mad as heck. I can't remember some of the simplest things that I am supposed to do. I just want him to come home so I can hug him, kiss him and tell him I love him. He will always be my sweet little boy even though he was 20. I have a horrible sick feeling in my stomach. God help me with this. I think I am getting worse and not better.