Oh, how my heart breaks for you, Aracelly. I have one one son and I can’t imagine how I would go on if he were taken from me. For some, it’s a constant worry because their child is a risk taker, an addict, or chronically ill. Since my son is none of those things, I don’t think about it much, but when I do, it terrifies me.

Your son was taken from you in an especially difficult way, so common in previous centuries but much rarer today. It’s a reminder to be grateful for every moment together for we never know when it will be our last. Thank you for sharing this. I know it helps those in grief to know they are not alone.