It's been twenty two years since our son killed himself. He left us, and three sisters behind, and an eight year old son. He never lived long enough to see his neices and nephews, his grandchildren. It took me years to get over my anger at his actions and the guilt I felt as a mother who is supposed to protect her child...even from himself.

It took me years to come to "acceptance" and forgiveness...to remember him now with only love. His now grown son has yet to take this journey...continues to ask "if he loved me so, how could he have done this?"

So to answer your question...does it get any easier? Jaded is right, It gets "different".

Glad you joined us and welcome to this "family".