After the murder of our son, our only child, everything seemed as dark as a black cloth draped over us.
But is "coping" all there is to life now? Dealing with anniversaries and holidays is bad enough, but what of every-day life? The little reminders of the child we loved and raised, the child who.
Over time, after the protective shock wears off, one learns to cope with the reality.
Going through the motions of living seemed useless, faith seemed useless, the Light in our lives was out.
After the murder of our son, our only child, everything seemed as dark as a black cloth draped over us