Does Time Heal All Wounds?

Last week, June 14th marked the one year anniversary of my son's death. Today was the anniversary of his funeral. It seemed like no one except the immediate family remembered. I kept hearing everyone say "has it been that long"? Some say next year it will be better, but I know different. I've lived through suicide grief before.

When my husband killed himself the 2nd through 5th year was the hardest. Other people tend to think that time will help us heal. We never heal. We just learn to adapt. As time passes it is just one more day in which you are separated from those we love.

On the 14th I kept watching the clock thinking at 11:00 am my son was still alive one year ago, but by 3:00 I realized that he was gone at that time that fateful year of 2007. I thought about the time today again and realized in the evening there still people here at my house trying comfort me. I also realized at this time a year ago I became a zombie, who has been paralyzed with grief.

I miss my son Daniel more than words can ever say. I lost my only child, my friend, and my protector. Never again would he stand above me patting me on the head telling me I was short. I no longer have someone walking around who looks like me, I will never hold a grandchild in my arms, and I will die alone.