Six WeeksI walk through my life like a zombie. I function, but I do not live. I died six weeks ago. Mt traitor body continues to bleed. I cry almost constantly...from silent tears to body wracking sobs. The idea that I must live the rest of my life, missing my son, bereft, fills me with terror. I always thought I could never survive the death of my child. I have no choice.
But there is a difference between surviving and living.