The day after my son died, I awoke with the realization I had joined a union of parents that had lost a child. Does it really mater how? Not really, the joy from that child has been taken, from this earthly plane; to live in a better place. I look to the heavens often and say my prayers so that they know I'm staying connected through the higher power. My son was so loved and yet he strugled to find love. It was all around him. He could paint it, draw it, but he could not apply it to himself. So lonely am I now, if I'd only known how lonely he felt while he was here.