Most of the posts that I read are from people who have stayed in their grief and won't allow the grief to ease its grip on their life. If you have family and friends among you then let them help. There is no reason why you should not let them. You must be able to tell them what you need or you will become a prisoner within your own self. I say this from experience without having the gifts of family and friends.
This is how I know:
My son was my best-friend, the light of my life, my only reason for living, my everything. He turned 16 on Nov. 30 and was injured on Dec. 6, 12:22am and died on the morning of Dec.8, 2009. I was a single mother (going thru a divorce from physical abuse) and Dakota was my only son. He was killed at the hands of another by bring thrown from the back of a moving truck - landing on the right side of his head. I spoke with him on the phone not even 5 minutes before the accident. I remember him saysing, "I'll be home in a few minutes. I love you Momma!". 13 minutes later the phone rang with my sons caller id, an officer told me he was sending a car to take me to the hospital because my son was being transported - there was an accident. Within 30 minutes of hearing my sons voice I had been transported in a police car with lights & sirens to the ER and the doctor telling me that he had major head injuries and he his not going to live. I forced my way down the hall to his room and fainted when I saw him. The doctor told me that he couldn't understand why Dakota was still alive but they were preparing him to be care-flighted to the childrens hospital in SLC, and not to go becaue he would not make the flight. BS on that I thought. As he was being wheeled down the hall I looked back at him and saw that he had a large part of his skull missing. He arrived at the hospital at 3:45 am; my flight arrive at 8:00 am (toooooo slow!!!!). From the minute I arrived at the hospital I did not leave his side. All the doctors and nurses w
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