On December 25, 2015, the world as I knew it ended. That was the day when my precious son, Ron, ended his life. In a stunning sequence of events, as well as deep maternal intuition, I knew Ron was dead before I was told. My first words, after the police officer confirmed what I already knew, and that he had died by suicide using a gun, became a prayer I screamed out. “Ron, I forgive you I forgive you I forgive you. But there is nothing to forgive, I know that. I am so very very sorry. Dear God in heaven have mercy on me. How will I ever survive this? If you will help me survive this, I will forgive everybody everything forever. Please forgive every wrong I have ever done.”
Grief Warrior 