Alot of you know, that I am a bereaved parent. These last few days have been difficult. The grief goes in cycles so some days are more tolerable than others. I know you've heard the statement that "it's a parents worse nightmare". I will tell you this, that statement doesn't even come close. The only way I've been able to describe it is the scene from "The Temple of Doom". When the witch doctor reaches in & pulls the heart out of the sacrafice & the guy is still living. And you wonder how? Kathianne said she thinks people don't know what to say. A sincere "I'm sorry", goes a long way. I'm sharing this poem I have by Rith Moran. Might help you to understand. BTW, if any of you have questions or want to talk about it with me, it's okay. Please, don't ask if I'm over it yet. I'll never be over it. Please, don't tell me he's in a better place. He isn't here with me. Please, don't say he isn't suffering. I haven't come to terms with why he had to suffer at all. Please, don't tell me you know how I feel; unless you've lost a child. Please, don't ask if I feel better. Bereavement isn't a condition that clears up. Please, don't tell me you've had him for so many years. What year would you chose for your child to die? Please, don't tell me God never gives us more than we can bear. Please, just say you are sorry. Please, just say you remember my child, if you do. Please, just let me talk about my child. Please, just let me cry.