When I read forums where people are sharing the problems they are having or have had with their children....I can't share there because I have a gut reaction...I'd give anything to have my son here, with or without problems.

when I read that someone is still in intense pain from the loss of a loved one and it hasn't been a year yet....I hesitate to share that it will be years before they feel anything akin to "normal"....

I spent the afternoon with a dear woman who wishes she were dead rather then live in this nursing home.....perhaps that's why I'm depressed.

I had an email from my old neighbor who is worried sick about her only remaining son..afraid he will also kill himself. And she wonders why no one talks to her about her dead son...she just wants him back, she just wants to talk to him, to hold him. And she wonders why she continues to cry on a daily basis...says it just happens out of no where.

I can't tell her that you never really accept what has happened but you learn how to walk with the pain right next to you.

There's just no way to make lemonade out of this.

And I can't decide whether to hit submit or delete