I wish I could go back in time to change the outcome
From Marie –
I lost my son one year ago, November 21. I keep thinking I’m getting better, moving on but than I digress. I can’t really talk to anyone about him, it’s as though because they’ve moved on I should be “over it.” My sister changes the subject if I mention his name and in fact stopped calling or talking to me for the past nine months only recently talking to me because I wasn’t getting over his death quick enough. It’s as though he no longer matters to anyone but me. I miss him. I don’t dream about him at least not that I recall. I’m sad, I wish I could go back in time to change the outcome.
